Planting a kiss on your hair, his hand ran down your shoulder. He softly pulled away, sitting down beside you with a smile. “Happy Valentine’s Day, mi vida.”

His hand moved to rest on your lower back. He was practically constantly keeping a hand on you, and you were sure it was nothing less than a way to remain protective. He loved you, deeply.

Planting yet another kiss on you, this time on your cheek, he smiled. Javier’s hand pushed a strand of hair out of your face. A grin formed on his face