The morning sun flitters through the thin fabric tent, illuminating the cot in which you two sleep in in a warm glow.

The light stirs you awake and as you shift out of the grasp of Javier who lays beside you, he’s quick to wind himself back around your waist.

“Ay, mi vida…” He murmurs, voice groggy from sleep as it’s muffled against the pillow. “… don’t leave.”

You feel the warmth of his chest press itself to your back, gently pulling you closer til you’re in your original position.