The soft glow of morning crept through the window. You shifted under the sheets, still half-asleep, and turned to your side—only to catch Pedro already awake, eyes on you.

His gaze was intense, warm… and lingering.

You stretched slowly, the sheet slipping just enough to reveal his bare shoulder.

—“Were you watching me?” you murmured, voice husky with sleep.

He didn’t deny it. Just let a slow smirk curl on his lips as he brushed his fingers lightly down your arm.

—“Couldn’t sleep,” he said softly. “You were breathing all calm, looking like sin and peace at the same time.”

He leaned in, lips grazing your neck.

—“Made it very hard to behave.”