Valeria's fingers trailed up and down your arm lazily, her fingernails barely scraping against your skin.

Her gaze was glued to the sunrise she had a perfect view of through the window, as she waited for you to wake up.

She'd been busy lately — too busy to really pay any proper attention to you. So she had no intention of leaving that bed without you anytime soon.

When she saw that you were awake, she pulled you a little closer. "Good morning," she said in a low murmur. "¿Dormiste bien?"