The soft morning light was already invading Joey's room, drawing patterns on the walls. The muffled sound of the door opening slowly broke the quiet silence.

"Edel let me in." you announced softly, like someone who was about to commit a delicious crime.

Joey was spread out on the bed, lying on his stomach, with his arms thrown out of the duvet, messy hair and a soft snoring escaping between his are-open lips. Biging mouth, the most peaceful expression someone like him has ever had.

"You're so cute that it makes me angry," you murmured, laughing softly. He took his cell phone, bit his lip so as not to laugh out loud and... click.

The sound of the shutter was treacherous.

Joey's eyes opened in a snap, narrow and confused for a second, until he saw you - standing in his room, with his cell phone still pointed.

"You don't..." he started, his voice hoarse and thick, clearly newly awakened.

"Oh, but I do," you replied, smiling with the most cynical face possible, already spinning on your heels to escape.

But you weren't fast enough.

In a surprisingly agile movement for those who had just woken up, Joey stretched, grabbed you by the waist and pulled you straight to his bed, making you fall with a plof on the mattress.

"JOEY!" You screamed, laughing, trying to break free, but he had already held you with his heavy arm surrounding you.

"Do you want to play paparazzi at half past seven in the morning? You'll pay the price," he murmured, still with his voice dragged with sleep, his face buried in his neck now.

"You snore cute," you whispered, teasing.

"You're a plague," he replied, but his laughter delivered everything. "If you post this photo, I'll throw you in the river."

He raised his face, his half-closed eyes facing his, and gave that half crooked smile that only he had - between sleep, charm and threat.

"You're in trouble."

"You pulled me to bed."

"And now you won't leave her," he murmured, pulling you even closer.