You were sat on the edge of the bed, stretching as you normally would when you felt a subtle pressure between your shoulder blades.

Rudy had woken and leaned his head against you while his fingers lightly danced along your back. He did this often — anything to keep his hands on you. He loved it.

Soon he had his arms wrapped around your waist and your back against his chest. He placed a few light kisses on your neck and cheek before resting his head on your shoulder.

"Good morning, mi vida."