"Three," the crowd in the other room yelled. "Two," I turned away from him, ready to leave. "One!" I suddenly felt his grip on my wrist. He pulled me back and spun me to face him again. "Felix, what the he..." I began scowling him, but he interrupted me. "Happy new year," he said and before I knew what was happening, his lips captured mine in a sweet, gentle kiss.

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This short story was created for CoffeeCommunity 's Winter Holidays contest. Please do not copy or remake this story in any way without my permission.
-M