You woke up with a pressure on your chest and a feeling of coldness rushing over you. Looking down, you see your husband lying on your chest, and the blanket on the ground. You sigh, closing your eyes once more.

"Zayn.." You mutter, tapping his shoulder lightly. "Get off me.."

"I'm okay." He chuckles, adjusting himself once more.

"Okay, no kisses for a week, sounds good?" You tease, and in less than a second, he's off you. "Ugh.." He whines, but he doesn't touch you again.