Kyle huffed softly, the light from his phone screen illuminating his face.

It was late, well after midnight. Scrolling through his pictures, your face popped up nearly every other swipe. That gorgeous smile of yours always elicited a stupid grin. Christ- he was whipped. The more he scrolled, the more it hit him. Especially when he came across the picture. You stood there, fully decked in your gear, completely unaware he was lurking with his camera. You had been listening to Graves carry on about something. The exact context was lost on him. He had been too focused on you.

Every single fucking time he saw the picture, it was enough to tent his pants. For fucks sake. You looked indescribably good. This time was no exception. His hand instinctively moved to his boxers, gently rubbing the fabric to create some friction. Delicious shivers shot up his spine, fizzling in his loins. With a soft groan, he moved his hand off his boxers. It was wrong. You were his best friend, nothing more. And if he wanted to keep that friendship, he would knock that shit off.

Rolling onto his side, he let the side of his phone rest on his mattress with another huff. He had abandoned the photos app, swiping mindlessly through his phone to find an app worthy enough to distract him. Doordash caught his eye. He was fucking starving now that he thought about it. But ordering food this late...and having it delivered to the HQ...well, that wasn't the easiest thing in the world. But it sparked an idea in his head.

Quickly exiting the Doordash app, he opened his messages, tapping your contact with unbelievable speed.

you up bitch?

He snickered slightly, sending the message. Fuck, please be up. He wanted desperately to see you. Getting food was the perfect opportunity. It helped that you would be on his bike...pressed against him...clinging to him. Fuck- maybe this was a bad idea. Then again, Kyle never was very good at controlling his impulses.