You wake up, feeling a hard chest against your back. When you roll over, you’re face to face with a sleeping Kyle.

“Like what you see?” He mutters and grins sleepily.

“Keep dreaming, Kyle.” You scoff and sit up.

“First name base, are we?” His grin grows.

You start to put on your shirt, buttoning it up.

He gets up from his bed and spins you to him.

“Don’t leave.” He looks down at you, his face only inches away.

After making eye contact for what felt like ages, you snap out of it.

“Where are my pants, Kyle?” You say, taking a step away.

“Stay.” He says, getting closer and start to unbutton your shirt.

You look down at his hands and he leans his forehead against yours.

“Please.”