Logan and Ayla- love

The Party

New Year's Eve. The day, full of no worries, the day we can all just get drunk and have all the cares in the world just disappear. Ayla, had no choice but to attend a party, for her attention seeking sister, Raina.
"How do you even know these people, like all of them are famous," snarled Ayla, just hoping to not get in too much trouble.
"You know, I've got connections," replied Raina, already surrounded by a circle of men, hoping to get their hands on her.
Ayla took a look around the room, at the back corner she had seen her celebrity crush, Logan Paul. She made brief eye contact with him, before jotting her eyes back to the disco , with the hundreds on half naked people dancing and moving to the song. Ayla was never much of a dancer, more a watcher, but what the hell, it's New Year's Eve.
Ayla approached the dance floor, and tried to do a little shimming here and there, until a slow song played, everyone got with their significant other. Ayla had felt a soft gentle stroke of hands place onto her waist. She turned back to see a tall, muscular man, with  shaggy blonde hair, and a darn cute smile.
"I'm Logan, if you didn't know, I saw you across the room, you're special." Whispered Logan into her ear
"You're so sweet, but I know you're drunk, you wouldn't say that if you were sober" she mumbles In a very, unsure tone.
"Come on, sweetheart, we can all see you're the most gorgeous girl here, drunk or not" he says.
Logan twirls her and stares in to her eyes.
"Midnight is soon, babe I'll be waiting for you." He quietly murmurs.
Throughout the night, Ayla and Logan danced, and laughed. A spark was kindled. A long last one. A spark soon to be turned into a giant long lasting fire of eternity. It was ten seconds until midnight.
"10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1" yelled the group at the party.
Without thinking Logan pulls in Ayla, the first kiss was somewhat short, but gentle and meaningful, but it emerged into a bigger, more intense make out session. Ayla thrusting her lips forward, Logan, entwining his lips across hers. Soon, Ayla starts to caress his lips. He could feel the warmth of her breath, glowing on his face. She could taste,the soft, subtle taste of his lips.
"What's that on your lips Logan?" She whispers, her face still just millimeters from his.
"Lip, balm, I can't live without it," he says still her face on his, smiling.
"Oh Shit, it's already 12:30, I have to leave," she says very worrisome
"Or what, Cinderella?" He says, while starting at her.
Ayla fidgets with her hands, and runs off, a small ring falls of of her finger while she escapes. Logan picks up the ring, and gently keeps it in his hands.
"I wont forgot you, Cinderella. We will be together my love." He says while delicately pressuring the ring into his two hands. .