Nia laughs, letting herself lean into Addy’s embrace, fingers tracing lines over her shoulders as she drapes her arms around them. It’s warm. So warm. In a way that goes straight to her head, even despite – or maybe faster because of the alcohol. It’s strange. It’s thrilling. Dizzying. And she touches her forehead to Addy’s lightly for grounding.

“Well,” She says as their schoolmates announce the last seconds of 2014. “Here’s to three-hundred sixty-five more days of a good view, eh?” And with that said, she tilts her head to press a firm kiss to Addy’s lips. A good start to the new year.