‘...six...five...four...’
Abruptly, she sat up, finally hearing the muted chanting outside.
‘Three...’ she chorused quietly with him, her hands resting on his shoulders as she straddled him and felt him begin to grow hard already. ‘Two...one... Happy New Year!’
‘Happy New Year, Rae.’ He lifted up to claim her mouth, his hands gliding up and down her spine to cup her backside. ‘Maybe we should make those promises New Year’s resolutions?’
‘I don’t care what you call them,’ she moaned gently, ‘as long as you honour them.’
‘Oh, I will. Trust me.’
And then he obliged, more than happy to begin showing her all the ways he intended to make good on his promises.
For the rest of their lives.
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