The smell of coffee and delicious food reached Alejandro's nose, forcing his sleepy eyes open. Downstairs, your figure stood at the stove, frying toast for breakfast.

Alejandro pressed himself against your thighs from behind, burying his face in your neck. "Mi amor, you taste better than all these breakfasts. 'I'd eat you on that counter,' muttered Alejandro hot breath against your neck. His fingers traced circles on your waist, creeping higher as his lips left a trail of kisses from your earlobe to your collarbone.