Its funny how the lanterns seem almost gravitated to each other. They stay close to each other as the breeze carries them up into the darkness, carrying the pairs hopes and dreams for the new year with them.
Jack turns and smiles at her, taking her free hand into his so he now held onto both of her hands.
“Happy New Year, Katelynn.” he whispers before moving in, and presses his lips to hers.
His kiss causes the same feelings to rush through her as her eyes flutter closed, her legs squirming together a bit. She can see the fireworks still going on through her eyelids and her heart soars at how magical the moment is as she reaches up and presses a palm to his cheek, her thumb stroking his skin.
His own face flushes brilliantly as usual, even when her thumb strokes his cheek. It’s such a loving gesture, and one he reflects, finding her shoulder instead but still rubs his thumb against her through all those layers she’s wearing. Given their deepened kiss a few days ago, while still very nervous, Jack opens his mouth to her, but leaves it up to her if she wants to pursue that kind of kissing or not.
Jack Maple 