The journey to Doyle's house was silent. However, I felt anything but bored. My eyes barely left his profile as I glanced at his carefree and joyful expression.
His fingers lightly strummed the steering wheel as he drives down the quiet road. The sun set hit so perfectly on him that it gave his golden locks a spark of fire that made him look almost too surreal.
From time to time, Doyle would look over with a jovial smile and stroke my cheek tenderly. He would seem happier as he hums a tune to himself and lightly caress the knuckles of my hand.
"Don't tire yourself, take a rest if you're sleepy." Doyle said as he squeezed my hand, easily making my heart flutter again.
"I-it's fine... I want to look at you."
"... You can see plenty of me later as well... In many different poses." Doyle glanced towards me with a sly grin on his lips as I felt his hand slipping to my inner thigh.
"D-Doyle..." I gasped as I quickly stopped his movement.
