Olivia's POV
I felt soft kisses trail over my cheeks, nose, and forehead. It was warm and gentle, nudging me out of sleep like sunlight peeking through a window.
"Mmm…" I groaned, half asleep, trying to bury my face into the pillow.
"Louis, stop… you're waking her up," came Lennox's unmistakable voice, laced with amusement and warning.
I recognized it instantly.
But Louis just chuckled, completely unbothered. "She loves it. Don't you, sweetheart?" he murmured, pressing one more exaggerated kiss to the tip of my nose.
I tried to smile, still caught between sleep and waking—until I felt a sudden shift in the bed and heard a thud, followed by a grunt.
I forced my eyes open.
What I saw made my sleep-heavy brain jolt awake.
Lennox had tackled Louis, pinning him flat on the bed. His hand was wrapped around Louis's wrist while his knee held down his shoulder. Louis squirmed dramatically beneath him, clearly not trying very hard to escape.