There are soft kisses being pressed against the nape of your neck, an arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer, and then a low and tired voice in your ear.

"Good morning, amor..." Boro says softly as his lips travel down to your neck. The soft morning sun filtered through the shades of his home on the compound, the silk sheets airy and soft to not get too stuffy under the Guyana heat.

Boro just smiles against your skin, softly waking you up from the pleasant slumber.