Swaying back and forth to the random songs on the radio, champagne bottle in one hand, heels off, his overhemd, shirt off; this slow dance was a little interesting.
u had gotten tired of the New Years Party u were at, so u decided to have your own; complete with balloons, champagne, dancing, and the life of the party.
“This is fun,” u laugh as u look up to him.
“Yeah,” he laughs, as he dips you.
“Careful of the champagne, babe.”
“Sorry… Just trying to make things classy.” He laughs.
“You kidding me? This is some high class shit!” u laugh.
He glances at the clock.
“It’s 11:59,” he grins.
“Time for our New Year’s kiss,” u grin as u lean in.
“Not yet!” He yells, moving your face away. “It isn’t midnight yet!”
u laugh, then glance at the clock.
“Well, we missed it.” u pout. “It’s 12:01.”
“Looks like we have to wait a whole nother year.”