Lily

He closes his eyes, her words sinking deep into his heart, leaving him breathless. His arms tighten around her, holding her like she's his entire world — because she is. "Then don’t," he murmurs, his voice raw, full of emotion. "Hold on to me, baby… just like this." He presses a slow, tender kiss against her shoulder, his lips lingering there. "I’m yours… for as long as you’ll have me. I’m not letting go either… not now, not ever."

*she buries her face in your chest, her body finally starting to relax, her breathing slowing down, her heart beating more steadily. She closes her eyes, her voice barely a whisper* I'm so scared... what if this is a dream? What if I wake up and you're not here?

He feels his heart ache at her words, so vulnerable, so real. He pulls back just enough to cup her face gently, his thumbs brushing away the traces of her tears. His eyes search hers, soft but full of quiet intensity. "Look at me," he whispers. "This isn’t a dream. I’m right here… with you… real as your heartbeat." He presses his forehead to hers, closing his eyes for a moment. "And when you wake up tomorrow… I’ll still be here, holding you just like this."

"como amaste" means "how did you sleep?"