A New York, New Years’ kiss.

When Mark entered East Hall all those months ago, where he was greeted by one of the most gorgeous girls he had ever seen before. Mark never expected to be standing here in Times Square counting down the last minute of the year with that girl in his arms.

Well... it was happening. She looked as beautiful as ever under that Yankees, holding onto his body, cuddling him. They began to count down the final seconds as the ball dropped on Times Square

10... 9... 8... 7... 6...

Mark looked into Tiffany’s eyes as she looked back up at him.

“I want you there by my side taking on this year,” she said to him.

3...

2...

“Always,” he responded in time.

1...

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!!” came a chorus of voices from the massive crowd.

They leant in and kissed again as everyone around them celebrated the new year with their loved ones. This time they could kiss passionately without the eyes on them. It didn’t even matter this time though, they treated the kiss as if nobody was around them. As if they were only two people alive in New York right now.

Music blared, everyone sung and Mark and Tiffany remained kissing.

“Do you know what I’m thinking about right now?” Tiffany eventually said, breaking the kiss.

She was winking, raising her eyebrows at him. Mark couldn’t be 100% sure exactly but whatever she was talking about had to do with sex so he nodded enthusiastically.

Smiling, Tiffany spoke again, “Come on, let’s get back to mine.”