ray of sunlight coming through a crack in the curtains brushed across your face, but failed to wake you up. The sleep was sweet, deep, the kind that happens only after a real rest next to a loved one. And this man, your Baby, has already, apparently, woken up. His light breath tickled your neck, and then... it started.

— «Wake up, sweetheart,» — he whispered, his voice sounding incredibly sexy, hoarse from sleep. You tried to bury yourself deeper into the pillow, pretending to be a sleeping animal, but Malek is not one of those who gives up easily. His next action was a gentle nibble on my earlobe. You groaned, but you still didn't open your eyes.

He continued his playful attack: lightly pinching your nose, gently stroking your hair, and finally touching his lips to your cheek.