Yves felt something warm touch his face. He snuggled closer and smiled, spoiling himself with that warmth. But when the warm feeling started to prick his cheeks, his forehead creased.
He yawned. His long eyelashes fluttered as he opened his eyes. They hurt and almost went blind after witnessing a glare. Groaning, he buried his face in his elbow and rubbed his eyes with his other hand.
'Who opened the curtains?' He grumbled to himself.
The rays of the sun were directly hitting him from the opened window. He closed his eyes again and rolled to the other side of the bed where the sunlight didn't reach. He curled in a ball and drifted to sleep again.
He tried to, but then he remembered the memories of the night, and rage filled his system. He opened his eyes wide to erase any drowsiness. Then, he lay straight on his back and glared at the ceiling.
