She woke up slowly, groaning and holding her head. "What happened?" she whispered.
"You lost control. Again." He said quietly from the foot of the bed.
"I'm sorry," she said quietly. "I really am-"
"It's okay. We'll work on it."
"You're being forgiving…" she said suspiciously, looking up at him, now at her side.
"It's a holiday, you deserve small favors," he said, not quite sure how he meant it.
"Happy New Year, then," she replied, rolling her eyes.
"Seven…"
"What?"
"Four…"
"Why…?" she didn't finish her sentence, just looked up at him...
"One…" and caught her lips with his.