Toast
They clinked glasses at midnight. Where their hands touched, the skin fused. By morning the whole party had merged into one mass of limbs and champagne flutes, still celebrating, still singing. The new year wanted them closer. Together. One.
They clinked glasses at midnight. Where their hands touched, the skin fused. By morning the whole party had merged into one mass of limbs and champagne flutes, still celebrating, still singing. The new year wanted them closer. Together. One.