"I'm not a liar sweetheart." Thomas said, tucking her hair behind her ear, smiling at her softly, as he took a long drink of his firewhiskey with hopes that it would clear his thoughts. At this point, all he could think of was how soft Dora's lips looked.
He looked around as the whole room began chanting. When Dora stood, he wrapped his arm firmly around her waist. He wasn't sure what he was thinking as he counted backwards, and shouted out a happy new year cheer.
"Happy New Year, Tonks." He said softly before leaning in and pressing a kiss to her lips.