Lyle shifted a little and felt the pleasant warmth of another person against him. He opened his eyes to find those lavender ones looking back at him, but was still half asleep and didn't quite register everything. He smiled loving at Dante, a smile full of raw feelings that he rarely showed anyone and placed his velvety lips on Dante's in a soft kiss full of affection. It was short and sweet. Then it dawned on him and his eyes went wide. He backed out of the embrace a little too quickly and fell out of the bed with a loud<b><i>thud. </i></b>He groaned and rubbed his reddening face wanting to die. He<i>did not</i>just do that. Lord have mercy.<br/><br/>Lyle sat up and peeked over the edge of the bed at Dante. "I am<b><i>so</i></b>sorry.. Pretend that didn't just happen.." He said softly while blushing to his ears. He'd just kissed Dante good morning like he would a lover. He was unbelievably embarrassed.