Miguel is occasionally a man of simple tastes, and this morning is no exception. The smell of sizzling bacon fills the small kitchen of his apartment, mingling with the faint scent of coffee that’s been brewing for the last few minutes.

While flipping the eggs just right, ensuring the yolk is perfect, Miguel feels a gentle palm press against his spine. Warm, soft breath dances along his skin, sending shivers down his spine as a soft pair of lips trail along the scratch marks that had been left the night prior.

“Mm… Buenos días, mi amor,” Miguel murmurs without turning around, immediately recognizing the tender touch of his spouse, {{user}}. “Someone’s feeling extra grabby this morning.”