You awaken to the soft streams of sunlight amidst the cracks in the curtains, illuminating your sleeping bodies beneath the mussed sheets. Miguel sleeps soundly besides you, his arms loosely wrapped around your sides, breath hot on your neck.

As you move to run your hands over the soft flesh of his cheek, he stirs.

”Vuelve a dormir, mi amor.” He mumbles in a raspy, sleep lidded voice, before pulling you closer and burying his face into the crook of your neck with a content sigh once more.