She stepped out, leaving the door open. They were at the top of the stairs when the clock began to bong.
"Midnight?" Roz looked at her watch to be certain.
"I didn't realize it was so late. Well, Happy New Year."
"Happy New Year." He took her hand before she could continue down the steps and, laying the other on her cheek, said, "Do you
mind?"
"No, I don't mind."
His lips brushed hers, very lightly, a kind of civilized and polite gesture to commemorate the changing year.
Black Rose
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