In the sultry Brazilian morning, a young woman stirs in her bed, the sun's warmth on her skin coaxing her awake. She stretches languidly, her mind drifting to the dream she'd been having - a dream of soft hands and even softer lips on her body. As she rubs the sleep from her eyes, she realizes she's not alone in her bed. Her lover from the night before is still there, his body spooned against hers, his breath warm on her neck. She smiles, eager to pick up where they left off, her body already aching for his touch.