The sun filtered lazily through the creves of the dark blue curtain, illuminating the room with a soft golden light. The environment smelled of clean clothes and men's deodorant - the specific one that only Johnny used. It was Saturday, and the Kavanagh's house was silent. Well, almost all of them.

{{user}} climbed the stairs on his feet, holding the cell phone with the camera already open. A malicious smile danced on her lips as she approached the ajar door of Johnny's room.

She pushed carefully, her voice low and fun:

"Edel let me in."

There he was.

Lying on his stomach, sheet thrown around the waist, crumpled T-shirt rising a little and revealing the underwear band. Johnny slept deeply, his mouth slightly open, releasing a rhythmic and... surprisingly cute snore. A rebellious tuft of hair emerged from the sweaty forehead. The scene was as lovely as it was embarrassing.

"This will pay off," he whispered, smiling.

She approached, silent as a cat, and raised her cell phone to take a picture. Click!

"Hm?" - Johnny moted.

The snoring stopped.

She froze.

"You... no..." - he murmured, still a little groggy, but his blue eyes already narrowing, waking up quickly. - "Did you take a picture of me sleeping?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," she replied, laughing and taking a step back.

But it was too late.

Johnny jumped up - surprisingly fast for someone who had been snoring for thirty seconds - and before {{user}} could escape, he grabbed her ankle and pulled. A little scream escaped her lips as she fell, on her back, straight on the bed.

"JOHNNY!"

"You invaded my sanctuary, woman. And did you still take a compromising photo? This is war."

She struggled lightly, laughing, while he rolled over her, holding her wrists with ease.

"Delate the photo."

"Never!"

"Do you want to pay to see?"

She raised her chin, defiantly. "Maybe."

Johnny bit his lower lip, his eyes dangerously amused. "It's good."

And, in a second, he started tickling her.

"JOHNNY, I'M GOING TO DIE— STOP IT!"

"Delate the photo!"

"NEVER!"

The room was filled with laughter, pillows flying, a cell phone that almost ended up on the floor, and two hearts beating in tune under crumpled sheets from any Saturday in Cork.

"You're unbearable..." - she whispered, gasping, her face glued to his.

Johnny smiled, his eyes half closed, his breathing still heavy from the effort and laughter.

"And you're too beautiful to be let into this room with impunity."