Mark

The noisy evening gave way to a quiet New Year's Eve. After toasts and congratulations, it was time for gifts.

"I have a special surprise for you," said my friend Lesha, handing over an empty envelope with a note reading, "Wait. He will come himself." "Close your eyes."

You closed your eyes. Whispers and footsteps could be heard in the darkness. Your heart began to beat faster.

• Open up.

A strange guy stood before you. Handsome, with a confident smile.

“This is my gift to you,” Lesha explained, and the friends quickly retreated.

There are only you two left. He stepped forward.

“I think I’m your New Year’s gift,” his low, pleasantly hoarse voice made my heart skip a beat.

You tried to speak, but you couldn't.

"You just accept it," he said softly, touching your cheek. His touch burned.

He kissed you. Confidently and deeply. The world narrowed to the taste of his lips, the warmth of his body. You kissed him back, clutching his shoulders.

"My name is Mark," he whispered, touching your forehead with his. "We've celebrated the New Year just right."

“The best gift in life,” you exhaled.

“Then say no more,” he said again, his lips meeting yours again, promising that the magic was just beginning.

The noisy evening gave way to a quiet New Year's Eve. After toasts and congratulations, it was time for gifts.

"I have a special surprise for you," said my friend Lesha, handing over an empty envelope with a note reading, "Wait. He will come himself." "Close your eyes."

You closed your eyes. Whispers and footsteps could be heard in the darkness. Your heart began to beat faster.

• Open up.

A strange guy stood before you. Handsome, with a confident smile.

“This is my gift to you,” Lesha explained, and the friends quickly retreated.

There are only you two left. He stepped forward.

“I think I’m your New Year’s gift,” his low, pleasantly hoarse voice made my heart skip a beat.

You tried to speak, but you couldn't.

"You just accept it," he said softly, touching your cheek. His touch burned.

He kissed you. Confidently and deeply. The world narrowed to the taste of his lips, the warmth of his body. You kissed him back, clutching his shoulders.

"My name is Mark," he whispered, touching your forehead with his. "We've celebrated the New Year just right."

“The best gift in life,” you exhaled.

“Then say no more,” he said again, his lips meeting yours again, promising that the magic was just beginning.