Mosquitoe bites, or is it something else?

Wayo's P.O.V ~

I wake up wrapped in Phana's arms, feeling like a Wayo burrito, an achy and warm burrito with huge red spots all over my body, courtesy of my hubby Phana. He is lying here perfectly content, tattoo of my name and his entwined down his side, his surprise for me last night. I remember being estatic even through my wine induced haze that he was willing to permenantly adorn his body with evidence of our love, covering the unpleasant scar from a particularly large cut from the accident with happy memories of our wedding.