Yara |18+|

Epilogue

VICO

Two years later

"Hey, mama," I whispered, leaning down to lay a kiss on her temple. "Have you heard anything yet?"

I sat next to her, watching as she turned to me and gift me a beautiful smile. Taking her left hand in my own, I watched as the diamond decorating her ring finger glistened underneath the harsh sun.

It was stunning on her.

I held back a smile, remembering our impulsive decision to fuck off to an island and have a ceremony on the beach. It was, possibly, the quickest and easiest thing I'd ever had to do.

She laid sprawled on the sunbed, a book opened over her chest as she relaxed by our backyard pool. It had the view of the ocean and although it was late afternoon, the light was as bright as noon.

A pretty lavender bikini covered her, matching the nails she had done that morning and I almost kissed her all over her exposed skin. It had been a year and still, I couldn't understand how she was my wife. My wife. Yara was married to me, and I let my lips kiss her on her knuckles as I did every time I took her hand.

"They're home," she murmured, closing her book and setting it on top of another.

She'd been reading a lot. I wasn't sure why but it had been her latest fixation as she claimed that a simple feat like sitting down to read was a luxury she didn't always have.

I tucked her hair behind her ear, sliding my fingers over her soft cheek and observing the way her eyes closed. So responsive. So beautiful.

Her hair was long, the ends nearly touching her waist. It had grown a quite a bit over the past two years. Along with that, she had a few more tattoos. Her latest one was a stick and poke that happened on the outskirts of a small city in Egypt.

That was months ago and I was still jealous I didn't get to experience it with her.

"Yeah?" I muttered. "That's good news."

Alexis and Kortez were travellers. A couple who was virtually incapable of staying in one place and calling it home. The world was their home. Yara and I, we liked travelling but stability is what we craved for the most.

She nodded her head, sighing as she dragged her sunglasses from the top of her head to her face. It was hot lately, almost unbearably so. Being that close to the ocean made it worse.

She grabbed a bottle of sunblock, handing it to me and without saying anything, I took it from her when she sat up straight.

"Shoulders?" I asked, popping the cap off.

"Everywhere."

I chuckled, squeezing the lotion onto my hand. "Got it."

I massaged it into her, hearing her groan as I rubbed the tension out of her muscles. She had a rough couple of days, hiding her complaints about the aches and pains her body had. I ran my hands over her shoulders, gliding down her back and applying pressure to all the sweet spots.

"That feels so good," she breathed, letting her head fall down. I got up from my seat, sitting behind her instead and I continued my handiwork. To my surprise, Yara turned around and grabbed my cheek, giving me a deep and quick kiss on my lips.

She grinned widely, showing the little dimple she had on the corner of her mouth. "You're the best, Vico."

I smiled, my heart racing at her words. Throughout our relationship, I kept waiting for the day I was immune to her. I waited for the moment where I could say that Yara didn't affect me as much anymore. It never happened.