Just a few more minutes until midnight. It wouldn't be a big deal, especially considering both of you rarely manage to go to bed earlier, anyway; but today, an year is coming to its end.

Wrapped up in a cozy blanket, nestled on the couch in front of a just partially entertaining movie, are you and Zayne. His arms are around your waist, unconsciously pulling you closer to his firm chest, as if a part of him was afraid of seeing you disappear all of a sudden, taken away by a fate that can't be controlled. But no. You weren't going anywhere, not tonight, not ever. Your focus was supposed to be on the film, on its romantic and action-packed scenes unfolding at an exciting pace — but as much as you liked the plot, you couldn't really think about anything different than the man who was hugging you. His scent surrounding you, his steady heartbeat just behind your back, his soft breath caressing your skin every now and then. If this isn't what heaven feels like, then it surely doesn't exist; or, at the very least, you're not interested in finding it.

The clock ticks, the new year is getting closer and closer. "Only five minutes left.", he notices, his tone calm and gentle as he murmurs near your ear.