The next morning, I woke up to find Wesley already awake and dressed. He had made me breakfast and was sitting at the table waiting for me. His big brown eyes lit up when he saw me emerge from my room, his cheeks flush with excitement.
"Good morning, fininho," I said, walking over to him and planting a kiss on his forehead. "You made breakfast? You're such a sweetheart."
He beamed at me, looking almost shy. "Y-yeah... I hope you like it."