I wake up still wrapped tightly in Diogo's embrace. His arms are so tight around me that, at first, I think he must be awake. But as I turn my head to look at him I realize he's still deeply asleep. His hands are big and warm against the bare skin of my arms and his breath is coming out in deep, even gusts, tickling the hair on top of my head.

I watch his face, tracing the hard lines with my gaze. We lay that way for long enough that the sunlight marks a path across the ...