““Two,” he whispers, like he doesn’t give a single fuck about who could see us. He just wants to kiss me. And with my heart racing like I just did to get to him, that’s all I want in the world as I hum, “One.” Crashing my lips onto his, I kiss him with my muscles trembling and my chest burning from so much more than just the exertion. I did make it. I made it to us… “Happy New Year, baby,””
— Dec 21, 2025 08:56AM
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