Contrary to popular belief, Justin Taylor hated holidays. Especially New Year’s. Too many people he didn’t like at parties he didn’t want to go to. Pretty little blonde girls trying to kiss him at midnight.
That was until he came along. The god who knew everything except how to say I love you.
Brian was leaning against the bar, black shirt open at the collar, looking like sex. He passed a beer to Justin.
“Wanna dance?”
Glitter rained down. Bass pulsed in his veins. And when the ball dropped at midnight, Justin smiled into his very first New Year’s kiss.