"Good morning, Len. Did you sleep well?" I asked, kissing his forehead as he rubs his eyes that were still groggy from sleep.
"Da— Doyle? Mm... I did... ... Ah! I slept on your arm!? D-does it hurt!? You should have just thrown me off! What if I crushed your hand?" Len panics, sitting upright in an instant as he realises he had fallen asleep while using my arm as a pillow.
But that just now... It was brief, but did he want to call me Dameon? Just how close are they?
"I wouldn't do that... You're as light as a feather." I leaned against my forearm, pushing myself to sit up in bed as I pulled Len into my arms.
"L-light as a feather? Y-you can't possibly say that about a man." Len blushes as his reaction puts a smile on my face.
"Then just think of it as me wanting to spoil my boyfriend. You're so cute even in the morning." I kissed his cheek as Len giggled from how ticklish it felt.
