"I've never had a New years kiss before."
Her eyes bug out. "Really? Why not?"
"...because I've never had a New Years date."
"Okay, smart ass. You don't need a date to get a kiss."
I raise an eyebrow. "Really?" I take a sip of my coffee.
"Don't get any ideas, Sir." She laughs into her mug.
"Don't do that."
Her face falls. "Do what?"
"Call me Sir."
"...that gets you going huh?"
"Isabella." I say sternly.
10!, 9!, 8!, 7!…
"You ready Dr. Cullen?" She adjusts my hat.
This stupid fucking hat. I can't even see through the zeros of these stupid New Years glasses.
"Not really."
"Too bad." She smiles at, still adjusting.
Fuck it. I grab her around the waist, pulling her body against mine. She yelps a little before laughing and settling her arms on my shoulders, hands on my neck. Playing with my hair.
Against each other's lips, we count down the final three, two, one with those on the TV...