"No..."

Javier mumbled through his sleepy demeanor. He tightened his hold on your waist a bit tighter.

"No te vayas... por...favor"

Javier nuzzled his cheek against yours, his facial hair scratching against your face.

You needed to get up and get started on your duties for the day, and Javier needed to get up to guard the perimeter of the Van der Linde gangs temporary camp.

"Mi vida, it's too cold... mmh, and you're so warm."

Javier was determined to keep you in bed this morning.