Smiling and hanging out with your friends, everyone having a drink or two and recapping the year. Enjoying yourself but your mind is elsewhere. You smile, nod and make your rounds with everyone. The clock ticks closer and to the “auld lang sine” singing.
Was a good year but would be the perfect end with a kiss from the one on your mind. Would be an even better start to the next…
The clock grows closer and closer to midnight. Everyone seems to be pairing up and you decide to pour yourself some champagne anyways. You smile at the glass as the party starts to countdown 20…19…18…
You raise your glass and close your eyes, hoping for a good year to come. 5…4…3… You press the rim to your lips… HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! Everyone yells and cheers, you tilt the glass.
A hand slides around your waist, pulls the glass down, you open your eyes, put off a little and not wanting to kiss a stranger.