Epilogue - Javier

Six Months Later

I stand on the balcony of our room in London, the cool night air brushing against my skin. The iconic London Bridge is illuminated in the distance, its reflection shimmering on the Thames. Beside me, Ophelia gazes at the sight with wide eyes, her face glowing with awe and wonder.

She will never know how much I love her, how everything in my life revolves around her. The thought of her smile, her laughter, her love—it's the center of my universe. I glance at my watch, my heart hammering with anticipation. The moment I've been planning for months is about to unfold.

I stand behind her and wrap my arms around her waist.

"Isn't it beautiful?" she whispers, her voice filled with amazement.

"Not as beautiful as you," I reply, kissing the crook of her neck.

She turns to look at me, a smile playing on her lips. "You always say that."

"Because nothing is more beautiful than you." I take a deep breath, steadying myself. "Turn back around, sunshine. I have something special planned tonight."

Her eyebrows arch with curiosity. "Special? What do you mean?"

I nod toward the bridge. "Just wait and see."

As if on cue, the lights on London Bridge begin to dim, casting the entire area into darkness. Ophelia gasps, her hands instinctively tightening on my arms. The air is filled with a hushed anticipation, the city holding its breath.

Then, slowly, the bridge lights up again, but this time with a brilliant, dazzling display. Lights dance across the structure, creating patterns and shapes that mesmerize the onlookers. The lights form words, glowing brightly against the night sky: "Ophelia, will you marry me?"

She turns to me, her eyes wide with shock and tears welling up. "Javier…"

But it's not over yet. From beneath the bridge, a fleet of boats emerges, each adorned with sparkling lights. As they glide across the water, they form a breathtaking heart shape, perfectly framing the illuminated proposal on the bridge.

And then, the final touch. Fireworks explode in the sky, painting the night with vibrant colors. The air is filled with the sound of celebration, each burst of light echoing the pounding of my heart. I drop to one knee, pulling out the same black velvety box I had shown her in the bedroom.

"Ophelia," I say, my voice trembling with emotion. "I think I loved you from the moment my eyes locked with yours. You are making my life a miracle. You made the condo a home, a place I long to return to. You are my world, my everything. I love you more and more each day. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

Tears stream down her cheeks as she nods, unable to speak. I slip the ring onto her finger, a perfect fit, just like she is for me. I stand, pull her into my arms, and kiss her with all the love and passion I feel.

"This is the most insane proposal," she whispers, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"It's fitting of my queen."

The fireworks continue to light up the sky, the city of London bearing witness to our moment. The world around us fades away, leaving only the two of us… wrapped in our love and the promise of a future together.

I pull back slightly, looking into her eyes. "I have one more surprise for you."

She blinks, her expression a mix of curiosity and excitement. "Another one?"

I nod and signal toward the river. "Just wait."

A luxurious yacht adorned with twinkling lights begins to glide toward us. "I thought we could celebrate our engagement in style."

Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight. "Javi, this is… incredible."

We walk hand in hand toward the waiting yacht. The private crew welcomes us aboard, and I lead her to the upper deck. The yacht begins to cruise smoothly along the Thames, the lights of London twinkling in the background. I pour us each a glass of champagne, the bubbles rising in the flutes .

"To us," I toast, clinking my glass against hers.

"To us," she echoes, her eyes sparkling with happiness.

As we sip our champagne, the yacht continues its journey, the city's skyline providing a breathtaking backdrop. I can't take my eyes off her, the love of my life, my future.

We reach a secluded spot on the river, where we anchor. The city lights create a romantic glow around us as I pull her into my arms, kissing her deeply. Her body presses against mine, and I feel the familiar surge of desire.

"Javier," she murmurs against my lips, her voice breathy.

"Yes, my love?" I reply, my hands caressing her back.

"Take me inside," she whispers, her eyes dark with need.

I scoop her up in my arms and carry her into the private cabin. The room is elegantly decorated, with soft lighting and a luxurious bed waiting for us. I lay her down gently, my heart pounding with anticipation.

"You're so beautiful," I say, my voice filled with reverence.

She reaches for me, pulling me down to her. Our lips meet in a searing kiss, and I feel the fire ignite between us. My hands explore her body, relearning every curve, every sensitive spot that makes her gasp.

"Javi," she breathes, her hands tugging at my shirt.

I pull back just long enough to strip off my clothes, then help her out of hers. The sight of her bare skin drives me wild with desire. I lower myself over her, my body aligning with hers.

"Are you ready?" I ask, my voice thick with emotion .

"Always," she whispers, her eyes locked with mine.

I enter her slowly, savoring the feeling of her warmth enveloping me. She arches against me, her nails digging into my back as we move together, our bodies and hearts in perfect sync.

The world outside ceases to exist, leaving only the two of us tangled together in a dance of love and passion. Every touch, every kiss, is a promise of our forever.

Her breaths quicken, matching the rhythm of our movements. I can feel her body tightening around me, her moans growing louder. Each thrust brings us closer to the edge, the intensity building between us.

"Javi," she gasps, her voice trembling with pleasure.

"I'm right here," I whisper, my lips brushing against her ear. "I love you, sunshine."

"I love you too," she manages to say, her words punctuated by her breaths.

Our pace quickens, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. The pleasure builds to an almost unbearable peak, and I feel her tense beneath me, her nails digging into my shoulders. With a final, powerful thrust, we both find our release, our cries mingling in the air.

We collapse together, breathless and spent. I pull her close, our bodies still entwined. The gentle rocking of the yacht lulls us into a state of blissful contentment. I kiss her forehead, whispering words of love and devotion.

"Thank you for making me the happiest man in the world," I murmur.

She smiles, her eyes shining with love. "And thank you for making me the happiest woman. "

As we lie there, wrapped in each other's arms, the city of London continues to sparkle around us, a testament to the magic of our love and the promise of a beautiful future together.