A headache

The next morning...

She woke up when she felt feathering touch trailing her face to her shoulders. She sighed and blinked her eyes sleepily.

"Good morning, love," he whispered huskily.

"Morning," she mumbled back and pushed his naughty hand away. "Enough. Can't do it anymore."

Enough was enough. How much more insatiable he could be? Her limbs felt weightless and weak. She did not think she could do it anymore. They spent almost the whole day and night making love. They only stopped for a meal and short chat before he lured her back into his arms.

He chuckled to her mumble. How could she be so adorable and cute early in the morning? 

He was still enjoying the beautiful sight when his phone rang. He frowned. His mood soured.

Who was it that dared to disturb his peace?