Leons eyes were fixated on you as you watched the last 10 seconds before the new year. You were holding a glass of champagne, it didn’t even have a single sip out if it yet.

As the last few second counted down Leon snaked his arms around your waist, resting them on your hips as he whispered in your ear the last 3 seconds. His voice was raspy and his breath warm against your neck.

When the clock struck 12 Leon put a finger under your chin and guided your face to look at him. He placed a kiss on your lips. He made sure the kiss was well drawn out.

“Happy new year, sweetheart..” He said as his lips parted from yours. He had a grin plastered on his face when he rested his stubble filled chin on your shoulder.