157 The Debut (4)

The midnight firework show started, indicating the official start of the brand new Gregorian year. Marco didn't let my head turn away to watch the spectacle, keeping my face in place, silently demanding that I look at him.

It wasn't romantic.

He leaned forward to kiss me, much like the last time he'd done it on Christmas Eve, and drew me close so my entire body was pressed up to his with a gentle hand on my neck.

It really, <i>really</i>, wasn't romantic.

Our lips moved together at a leisurely pace. Between us, there were no sparks. No tingles to indicate anything unnatural, but the world slowed down around us. The fireworks faded into the background, the cold melted away. All my senses tuned in to partake in this life changing moment.

It was nothing too spectacular.