It was late in the evening. Tom Cruise was lying in bed reading a new book about Scientology. It got him so carried away that he completely lost track of time. It was dark in the bedroom, with only the bedside lamp burning, illuminating the pages. There was silence in the room. He yawned quickly, but still continued to read on.

Without knocking on the door, you quietly entered and stood next to the bed, looking at him. He looked tired, but very peaceful. The gaze of the green eyes steadily glided over each line, trying not to miss a single letter. He looked so involved and attentive that you were even getting jealous of the damn book. You straightened your pajamas with kittens and sighed, gently running your fingers through his hair.

You haven't gone to bed at all yet, I am right? Her eyes dropped to his disheveled hair and slightly pulled up T-shirt. It's very late, my prince. You need to get some sleep, my love. Then she carefully took off his glasses.