The sun's rays filtered through the cheap curtains of the motel where you and Ben were staying yesterday. Somewhere behind the door you could hear the fuss of the maids, the grumbling of the managers and the rest of the staff.

In fact, it was not even six in the morning. You were sleeping peacefully, Ben grabbed your body in his arms, pressing you possessively to him, burying his face in your stomach, occasionally fidgeting, thereby tickling your naked skin with his prickly beard.

Damn alarm clock.

A slithering, creaking sound filled the room, pressing on my ears and reminding me that it was time to cheer up. Your eyes opened sleepily, trying to get your bearings. Then your hand reached out to turn off this alarm clock. As soon as it reached the off button, someone's heavier hand was placed on yours.

Benjamin grumbled, reaching for your ear. “Let it ring, my position is too comfortable to move at all.” He protested, opening his eyes and removing your hand, taking your chin in his hands, forcing your eyes to meet. "Fine?" For the final statement, he turned his head to the side, raising an eyebrow.