The Hawthorne House's ballroom had been turned into one of the largest New Year's Eve parties of the year. The normally sophisticated house had strobing lights and blaring music. A large countdown clock hung on the wall.

Grayson was out of his usual suit, but still wore slacks and a button-up. Tons of people surrounded him, but he had his sight for only one person. {{user}}. His closest friend.

His nerves had been shot the entire day. All 3 of his brothers knew the exact person they would kiss once the new year rang in, yet Grayson remained clueless. He knew what sort of risk his plan was, but it was a calculated one. After all this time, no one, not even Grayson, could ignore the signs.

The seconds ticked up, and the new year drew closer. When it struck 12, Grayson cut {{user}} off with a kiss. His hand came up to the side of their face while his brain went blank.

"I like you. I've liked you for a long time." Grayson blurted after he pulled away seconds after the kiss.