The Spaniard woke up to the lightly sun-kissed girl lying in his arms with her back against his chest.

Her dark brow hair was in his face, but he wasn’t complaining. He could feel her chest rising and falling with each breath she took.

Fermin was gently caressing her ear, slightly playing with her various of earrings.

She was the only girl he ever let stay the night, but how could he not?

The black set she wore went perfectly in contrast with her skin color

But despite all of this, he still gently slid out of bed and to the bathroom. By the time he came out, she was already sat up in bed, the sheets pooling at her lap, as her perfect smile beamed at him