Chester's POV
Grace and I are sat on the couch in our apartment in New York, cuddling under a blanket and watching the TV for the moment the ball drops. We both have mugs of hot chocolate and a glass of champagne on the coffee table. Grace looks up to me and crinkles her nose cutely, flashing me a wide grin.
"Ten minutes." She says cheerily as I kiss her nose delicately.
"I'm glad we're ringing in the New Year together." I tell her, smiling like an idiot at the sound of that.
"I'll cheers to that!" Grace exclaims, clinking champagne glasses with me.
Nine minutes later and we're counting down like children until 2015.
"10 9 8 7 6" We shout together, on our feet now. "5 4 3 2 1"
The ball drops and I pull Grace in for a kiss. A cheesy, cliche, and amazing New Years kiss that's so passionate I can't seem to breathe. I can taste Grace's lip gloss and I can smell her warm scent of vanilla and cinnamon that I've never really identified as any perfume she owns. Her warm frame is in my arms and I can feel her hands caressing my face. We only pull away to catch our breath, the taste of the most amazing kiss of my life lingering on my lips.
"Whoa." Grace murmurs, her brown eyes glimmering with excitement.
"Whoa as right," I agree.
"Happy New Years babe." She says, hugging me tightly.
"Happy New Years." I say back, holding her close.
