I threw my arms around Doyle as I pulled him into my kisses. It felt like I could finally breathe. Our lips touching felt good together.
I felt Doyle pull me closer to him by my waist but didn't move away. I could only hold him tighter as my legs straightened against the sheets beneath him while my toes pointed from the sensual kisses we shared.
The kiss tasted sweet, with a hint of salt. Must be because of all the crying I did. I cried? I think I did... nevertheless... Doyle suddenly broke the kiss as he moved to touch my lips. He caressed it lightly as he gazed into my eyes. I stared back into his as I wanted our lips to meet again. There was this craving I felt I needed to satisfy... this void... void?
I flinched back to reality when Doyle started to move back. I didn't want him to leave, so I wrapped my legs around Doyle's waist, sealing his exit. I want him to focus on me and kiss me.
I wrapped my arms around Doyle's neck as I kissed his cheeks lightly. I trailed his handsome visage with light kisses as I made my way towards his lips. When I did reach his lips, I licked it lightly before nibbling his bottom lip.
I then pressed our lips together before pushing my tongue into his mouth. I wanted to taste him. His passionate and tender kisses... I needed it...
My hands ran across his back before running through his hair as we continued to kiss. It was probably a long kiss, but I didn't want us to part just yet.
We probably wouldn't have broke the kiss if it weren't for the sound of a phone ringing. We both flinched and Doyle broke the kiss. I glanced up deflated that his attention was taken off of me and sunk into the bed.
Doyle glanced at me for a short while and gently touched my face. He planted a light kiss on my forehead before climbing off of the bed and moving towards the door. My body that was warm instantly felt cold. I clutched at the sheets and followed his back with my eyes until he could no longer be seen.
Inaudible sentences were muffled as I glanced through the door at the living room. I wanted to follow after him, but my legs couldn't move. I felt as if my blood had run cold and that I was short of breath.
Doyle... please come back...
Almost as if an answer to my prayers, Doyle rushed into the room. His expression looked a little frantic but he swiftly pulled open his wardrobe.
Hmmm? What's going on?
"Len! Remember the staycation? I totally forgot about that. We missed out on a lot of the team building activities today so I told the boss that I'll be there for tomorrow's. You included."
"Eh?"
"I'll quickly pack my things then we can head over to your house."
"O-oh... right..." I replied as I lowered my head. The staycation... oh yeah... I completely forgot about that.
I glanced at Doyle running around like a headless chicken, grabbing clothes and necessities he might need as a small smile tugged at my lips. He had his adorable sides too didn't he?
"Don't laugh, Len. You better make a checklist as I will be dropping you off at your house to grab whatever necessary items for 30 minutes before we hit the road."
"Thirty--! ... ... Okay." I pouted as I began pondering my outfits and necessities. Making me think of a mental checklist... Doyle was like a pare-- an elder brother sometimes...
***
We were seated in his humble car yet again. I found this car slightly more comfortable to be in rather than his black Audi. It didn't receive half as much attention as it did when we were in that car.
Doyle smiled at me as he pulled my seatbelt on. I wanted to grab onto his forearm and hold onto it but stopped myself. Why was I so clingy?
Doyle noticed the hesitant look on my face and simply patted my head. I felt my cheeks flush as I lowered my eyes. He then buckled up his seatbelt before putting his car in reverse.
I pouted to myself as he pulled out of my shabby apartment complex. He didn't say anything after we left but focused on the road. It was hard to keep my eyes off of him as he had a focused expression on his face which was really... attractive.
Doyle noticed my glances and returned my gaze occasionally. His face was slightly tinted as he ruffled his hair with a hand.
The road were not as congested as I had expected so we had a smooth drive. The orange light of the streetlamps occasionally did some justice on Doyle's face as I could see him clearly in that short moment.
Did... did the kiss we share earlier mean what I thought it did? His words were different from the dream... He still... loved me?
My mind spun with the thoughts before I finally pulled my gaze away from Doyle's face. I clenched my fists from the growing anxiety within me.
Did what I do earlier make it seem like I was toying with his feelings? I said I couldn't accept his feelings but suddenly kissed him?
I flinched out from my thoughts when I felt Doyle's hand resting on mine. I glanced towards him but he had his gaze focused on the road.
My heart fluttered in my chest as my body grew warm. Did he notice how anxious I was?
"Len... why not rest for a bit? I'll wake you up when we get there." Doyle said as he rubbed my knuckles affectionately.
My hands relaxed under his touch. I then held his hand with my other hand, sandwiching our hands together. Doyle smiled and glanced my way with his gentle eyes.
I heart my heart beginning to race as I turned away bashfully. I think I'm becoming weird... If I see his gentle expression... I might go crazy...
I released his hand and turned to face the door. His hand landed on my thigh and I felt the place he touched beginning to burn.
No... I hope we reach the hotel our company is in soon... My heart might explode if we stay alone in this car any longer...
I squeezed my eyes shut as I tried to ignore the feeling of Doyle's hand on my thigh. After a short moment, he lifted his hand away and I sighed dejectedly.
The sound of soft and soothing oldies filled the silence and I found myself relaxing. I gazed at the reflection in the window of Doyle's face and found myself blushing.
I don't think I can possibly sleep now...