The fireworks lit up the night sky, bursts of gold and red reflecting in João’s warm brown eyes. He stood close, his arm wrapped securely around your waist, pulling you into his side.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, but his gaze wasn’t on the fireworks. It was on you.

You smiled, leaning your head against his shoulder. “You’re not even looking.”

“I don’t need to,” he replied softly, pressing a kiss to your temple. “The best view is right here.”