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[indent][indent][color=808080]Anissa watched as Blair stumbled backward, her bare feet leaving ghostlike prints in the snow-dusted grass. Something about the unbothered way she laughed off her near-fall tugged at an unfamiliar chord in Anissa’s chest. But it was Blair’s parting words that truly stopped her short.

[color=c9bef3]"Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do… Although that doesn’t mean much."[/color]

Heat rushed to Anissa’s face. Her fingers tightened unconsciously around the footwear still clutched in her hand. Even through her inebriated haze, she remembered Blair’s earlier tease about sleeping with River to dodge training. Anissa had laughed it off then, but the suggestion had wormed its way into her bloodstream. Was that what Blair meant now? A playful reminder of how she had flushed scarlet at the idea? The thought of River—awkward, careful, maddeningly earnest—had made it seem absurd. And yet, some newly awakened, reckless part of her wanted to rise to the challenge, if only to prove… what?

Lost in the thought, Anissa looked down at her hands, her knuckles white from their grip—

On skates.

Not boots.

Her brow furrowed in drunken confusion, the realization dawning a few sluggish seconds later. She blinked at the tangled laces trailing between her fingers, then let her gaze travel along the bench until, sure enough, she spotted her black thigh-high boots slumped in a heap farther down. The sight pulled a sudden snort from her.

[color=5a3e85]"Nice one, Ani,"[/color] she muttered to herself, shaking her head in self-deprecation. Of course. She’d been ready to march off into the party carrying the wrong damn pair of shoes. 

With exaggerated care, as if the inanimate objects might betray her again, Anissa set the skates down and scooped up her boots. She started after Blair, then pivoted toward the glowing bonfire instead. Her boots swung from her hand as she walked, the thin layer of snow melting through her stockings with each step. The cold seeped in like pinpricks of ice, a stark contrast to the warm air clinging to her skin. It was messy, impractical, and ridiculous, yet she found it oddly freeing. She no longer cared if she looked foolish.

As she approached the bonfire, Anissa’s gaze lifted from her feet. Her vision filled with a world blurred into halos of golden light and flame. She closed her eyes, tilting her head back to feel the heat bloom across her skin. For a single, perfect moment, she allowed herself to simply be present, the evening's complexities melting away like the snow beneath her feet. A private smile graced her lips as she opened her eyes, her gaze sweeping across the crowd until it landed on the tall figure sitting apart from the rest.

Something warm and hopeful stirred within her. The moment he looked over, she rose onto her toes and gave an excited, slightly unsteady wave. 

[color=5a3e85]"You stayed!"[/color] she practically shouted, her voice carrying over the music and chatter as she started toward him.

As he said he would, River found a seat on one of the logs near the bonfire, kept to himself and waited. He tried to pass the time watching the crackling flames or unintentionally catching random pieces of conversations around him, but mostly he watched the ice rink. He pointedly made [i]very[/i] sure not to be caught watching whenever she looked his way, but the whole thought of razorblade shoes and alcohol made him anxious. When Anissa and the girl she was with fell no more than two minutes after hitting the ice, he shot to his feet in a panic, but their roars of laughter put his nerves at ease, and he quickly sat back down before anyone noticed. Otherwise, he kept to himself, watching the clock countdown, and the party slowly started to thin out. 

He was sitting with his forearms resting on his knees and hands cupped together when he noticed midnight was only a couple of minutes away. River’s gaze drifted over to the ice rink, but stopped short when he noticed Anissa walking barefoot across the snow straight toward him. Between the wide smile, wobbly wave, and uninhibited way she shouted across the party at him, she [i]definitely[/i] had to be drunk. But even as his cheeks grew warm from the attention, he couldn’t fight his growing smile as he waved back at her with a little more subtlety. He had half expected her to forget about him, so seeing her excitement at him waiting for her made something flutter in his stomach. 

River waited until she was closer, not wanting to make a scene by shouting back. He slowly pushed off his knees to sit upright. [color=86a8ad]"I gave you my word,"[/color] he replied with a soft resoluteness. He was never someone to go back on his word, even if it was something as small as sitting and waiting until midnight. But on the other hand, he cleared his throat and pointed at the torn tights over Anissa’s banged-up knee. [color=86a8ad]"You promised to be careful."[/color] His voice was calm, but concern tugged his brows together as he scanned her for any other scrapes or bruises. 

Anissa slowed her steps as she reached him, her eyes following the line of his pointed finger down to her knee. The torn tights revealed a darkening scrape beneath, the skin glistening, thin and angry, in the flickering firelight. She wiggled her toes, the biting cold a welcome distraction from the sting she was only now beginning to feel again.

[color=5a3e85]"Oh, this? This is nothing,"[/color] she said quickly, her tone brighter than it had any right to be. [color=5a3e85]"The ice was slicker than I thought, and I got a little…enthusiastic, is all."[/color]

[color=86a8ad]"It’s ice, Beauty Queen. It’s always slick,"[/color] he laughed softly. River wasn’t surprised she fell, but he was thankful it was just a banged-up knee and nothing worse. Not that he’d admit that. Unless she asked him directly and he put his foot in his mouth… He was good at that.

Anissa rolled her eyes in response. 
[color=5a3e85]"I’ve been through worse anyway…."[/color] 

And it was true. She had. Between the phantom grip of unseen hands and encounters with spirits who didn’t know their own strength, Anissa had learned to carry her wounds in silence. Any that were ever spotted were quickly chalked up to clumsiness, bad luck, or any plausible excuse her mother and others would accept without question.

Anissa’s voice trailed off into the crackle of the fire, and only then did she realize that River’s eyes weren’t fixed on her face anymore. They had drifted lower, scanning her arms and legs as if cataloging every possible place she might have taken a hit. He wasn’t being unkind, not prying exactly, but the intensity of his scrutiny compressed her chest.

Her free hand smoothed down the side of her dress in a futile gesture, as though its length could somehow cover what the bonfire had already revealed. 

[color=5a3e85]"I really did try to be careful,"[/color] she repeated, her voice softer now, the bravado fading under his full attention. It was an admission that had less to do with the scrape on her knee and everything to do with how naked his gaze made her feel.

River’s gaze shifted back to meet hers when he noticed the uncomfortable way she adjusted her dress. [color=86a8ad]"I believe you,"[/color] he replied softly before averting his attention toward the countdown clock. There was a silent part of him that was thankful the party was nearly over and he could stop pretending, and failing, to be social. But seeing as how Anissa had found her way back to him, he was ok with lingering a little longer… for her. [color=86a8ad]"Was it everything you wanted? The party?"[/color]

Anissa blinked, caught off guard. It felt like the last thing she’d expected him to ask. Her fingers traced the rim of one boot, buying a moment as her gaze drifted toward the blur of shifting bodies near the bar, the crowd thinner now as the night wound down.

[color=5a3e85]"Honestly?"[/color] she murmured. [color=5a3e85]"I thought it was going to be awful. And it was, at first…"[/color] She cleared her throat. [color=5a3e85]"And no, I still don’t want to talk about it, because it really doesn’t matter anymore. But the ending?"[/color] A genuine smile touched her lips. [color=5a3e85]"It’s not so bad so far. Makes me look forward to whatever the climax of the night will be."[/color]

[color=86a8ad]"Well, you have about—"[/color] his gaze drifted over to the clock a second time, [color=86a8ad]"—two minutes left."[/color] River looked around the party, noting how [i]unfestive[/i] everything felt. [color=86a8ad]"Not sure how much [i]climax[/i] there will be."[/color] He immediately squinted his eyes and sucked in a sharp breath. [color=86a8ad]"[i]Not[/i] what I meant. Your word, not mine,"[/color] he quickly tried to sweep his slip up under the rug rather than focus on it like the various other times he said the wrong thing at the wrong time that night.

[color=5a3e85]"Relax. I’m not holding it against you."[/color] Anissa replied, the teasing covering for the fact that her heart had jumped a little too fast. It was like her body had betrayed her before her brain could remind her it was just a slip of the tongue. One she’d been partly responsible for.

Her eyes followed River’s glance toward the clock before returning to his face, catching the subtle signs of someone who’d rather be anywhere else. And yet, he was still here. [i]For her?[/i] The thought fluttered in her stomach, tentative and fragile.

[color=5a3e85]"You don't have to stay any longer if you don’t want to,"[/color] Anissa said, the words almost swallowed by the distant thrum of the bass. The offer was genuine, an attempt to give him an easy exit. But beneath it, a more selfish part of her hoped he would refuse, that he would choose to remain in this noisy, complicated world with her just a little while longer. The contradiction made her pause. Why? What was she trying to prove, either to him or to herself? 

The answer, like so much tonight, slipped from her grasp. 

[color=86a8ad]"It’s two minutes, Anissa,"[/color] he replied with a soft laugh, but there was a genuine smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth. [color=86a8ad]"You asked me to bring in the New Year with you—well, demanded really. You’re really quite bossy,"[/color] River chuckled at the innocent tease. [color=86a8ad]"If you want me here, I’ll stay."[/color] 

His final words were softer and nearly got lost beneath the music. He would have much rather left the party hours ago, but he promised her that he’d try to have fun. He’d also promised to wait right where he was for her until midnight, and that’s what he was doing. Because he was a man of his word, and it was all worth it for the excited wave and smile she gave him when she noticed he was still there. 

[color=5a3e85]"I didn’t [i]demand[/i],"[/color] Anissa countered, though the excuse sounded thin even to her own ears. [color=5a3e85]"I might have... strongly encouraged."[/color] She offered a reluctant smile, a playful glint in her eyes. [color=5a3e85]"You probably just bring it out of me. Especially since you'll be the one bossing me around soon enough. I've got to take advantage while I can."[/color] 

With that retort, she glanced past him toward the thinning crowd. The music still pounded and the bonfire still roared, but the energy had shifted more than she'd realized. A few campers were already shuffling off toward their cabins, and her heart sank a little to see Tapeesa among them. The girl had seemed so vibrant, full of an energy that promised to dance until dawn. If even [i]she[/i] was calling it a night...

Anissa lifted a hand in a small, acknowledging wave, but Tapeesa's gaze was turned inward, her attention miles away. Somewhat embarrassed, Anissa let her hand drop, a blush colouring her cheeks at the unnoticed gesture. She turned back to River, feeling a mix of relief and self-consciousness at his patient smile. It put her at ease, even as she couldn't shake the feeling of being one of the last stragglers at a gathering that had peaked without them.

[color=86a8ad]"Well, if you do what I say, then I won’t be bossy."[/color] River’s smile grew slightly, as if he already knew that was impossible. [color=86a8ad]"But [i]something[/i] tells me you’re an ornery little shit. I can’t imagine why."[/color] It couldn’t possibly have anything to do with how Anissa has been since the moment they met. Sassy and combative seemed to be her natural state, not to mention the enjoyment she got from torturing him one way or the other. He had a sneaking suspicion that she was going to be a special breed of hell when it came to training.

Anissa’s mouth fell open, though the sparkle in her eyes betrayed her. [color=5a3e85]"[i]Ornery?[/i]"[/color] she echoed, the word rolling off her tongue like a scandalous accusation.[color=5a3e85]"I’ve been nothing but agreeable and kind. I even offered you a nipple, and this is the thanks I get?"[/color]

[color=86a8ad]"Prove me wrong and I’ll apologize."[/color] River’s face was blank aside from the slight glint in his eye and the tiny smirk that tugged at the corner of his mouth that said he didn’t believe her for one second. [color=86a8ad]"Hell, I’ll get on my knees and apologize."[/color]

The poor sap. Anissa didn’t even bother to hold back the shit-eating grin spreading across her face.

[color=5a3e85]"You know what, Riv? That actually sounds like a perfect position for you,"[/color] she said, watching with satisfaction as a flush crept up his neck. [color=5a3e85]"Guess we’ll just have to see how long it takes before you owe me."[/color] The only disadvantage was that she would now [i]have[/i] to be on her best behaviour. Shame. 

River choked and coughed as whatever confidence he had disappeared immediately. He tugged at the loose collar of his shirt, trying his best to fight the oncoming blush rising up his chest… and failing. [color=86a8ad]"Guess so,"[/color] was all he was able to mutter out while still struggling to catch his breath.

Anissa’s lips twitched into something between a smile and sympathy for how easily she could rattle him. The moment of triumph was short-lived, however, as a sudden dizziness made her sway.

[color=5a3e85]"I think I need to sit down…."[/color] she mumbled. It wasn’t just the alcohol making her legs feel unstable. They ached from the unaccustomed exertion on the ice, her knee still throbbed, and her body was finally catching up to the whirlwind of an evening that had pulled her in too many directions. And maybe, if she was honest, the desire to sit was also driven by a need to anchor herself beside the one person who hadn't left.

River instinctively held out a hand for her to hold onto and stabilize herself, while scooting over slightly to make some room for her on the log. Then there was a pop, soft whistle, followed by a loud [i]boom[/i] as a singular firework burst overhead in a glittering explosion of gold and red. His gaze fell to the side of the arena where the clock had changed to a one-minute countdown after the warning firework. The loud rumble startled him slightly, not really knowing what he expected as midnight got closer. He laughed at himself before turning back to Anissa with his hand still held out if she needed it.

She reached for him, her fingers slipping warm against his as he helped her. After placing her boots on the ground, she intended to sit beside him, but just then, another crack split the air, followed by a great bloom of colour unfurling across the night sky.

[color=5a3e85]"It’s starting!"[/color] Anissa gasped, her voice pitching high with delight. Another firework screeched skyward and burst, and in her excitement, she forgot all about the space he’d made. The momentum of the moment carried her down to plop directly onto his lap as if it were the most natural seat in the world.

Her free hand came to rest lightly against his chest, thumping in time with each new, glittering explosion above them. [color=5a3e85]"Look, look! It’s starting!"[/color] she repeated, her grin wide and unguarded as the light painted her face in shifting shades of gold and ruby.

River’s breath caught in his throat, frozen in place as she fell into his lap rather than the available space beside him. His heart beat so furiously against his chest that it made his breath shaky and unsteady. Redness flooded his face, down his neck, and across his chest in an instant. All of his thoughts felt jumbled like they were tossed in a blender, but he couldn’t make sense of any of them. There was no way it could have been on purpose. She was just drunk and confused and—

Then her hand was on his chest. Every muscle in his torso tensed as the tip of one of her fingers just barely brushed against the exposed skin beneath his partially unbuttoned shirt. All of River’s attention focused on that one hand and steadying his breathing so he didn’t feel like he was hyperventilating from their closeness. He swallowed while his hands hovered uncertainly in the air beside her, not having a clue what to do with them, half forgetting they existed in the first place. He heard the loud booms of the fireworks overhead, might have even noticed as time ticked closer to midnight, but all he could do was watch the way the excitement lit up Anissa’s face. [i]Gods, he was in trouble.[/i]

Anissa remained perfectly oblivious to the way River’s chest had gone rigid beneath her palm, too caught up in the dazzling cascade of colour. She was simply a girl swept away by the spectacle, miraculously free from the burden of her demons and her endless second-guessing.

Then, her laughter softened into a quiet sigh, her palm resting more firmly against his chest. It was only then that she felt it: the wild, frantic thrum of his heartbeat, so pronounced it nearly drowned out the distant revelry. When she turned to face him, her smile slowly faded, not from doubt, but from the stunning realization of their proximity. And how much she liked it.

She took in the wide-eyed flush he couldn’t hide, the way his lips parted as if words had failed him. Each detail pulled her in, sharpened by the alcohol that narrowed her world to this single point. Firelight and fireworks tangled across his features, painting his skin in shifting shades of amber and scarlet, and she found herself fixated on how the colours bled into the depths of his irises.

Her gaze drifted down, tracking the trail of red creeping along his neck, following the nervous pulse beating there so visibly she could almost feel its rhythm mirrored in her own chest. The tense set of his shoulders clashed with the betraying shallowness of his breath. To anyone else, the hesitant twitch of his fingers might have seemed insignificant, but she saw how they hovered, suspended in a silent debate.

The longer she watched him, close enough to see the potent mix of panic and wonder warring in his expression, the clearer the truth became: he wasn't just flustered. He was completely overwhelmed. By [i]her[/i].

The realization sent her own heart racing, a feeling dangerously close to pure exhilaration.

Almost without conscious thought, she shifted. Her knees bracketed his thighs as she slid more fully into his lap. The movement was clumsy, born of bourbon-warm limbs and heedless impulse, but when she settled, the new weight of her felt… right. Her hand, once flat against his chest, slipped upward, her fingertips grazing the hollow of his throat before coming to rest against his cheek. It lingered there, her thumb stroking the corner of his mouth in a slow, absent motion, as if mesmerized by the simple feel of him. Light danced across his face, gilding the flush on his skin, and Anissa watched him with a half-dazed intensity, her brown eyes caught between wonder and daring resolve.

When she first started moving, River’s hands finally shifted from where they hovered frozen in the air. He thought she was either falling or maybe the realization of everything caught up to her, and she was climbing out of his lap. Whichever it was, he was prepared to catch her if she lost her balance. But in the same way he was quickly learning to be [i]very[/i] Anissa, she did the last thing he expected. 

Everything felt like it was in slow motion and sped up all at once. One minute, she was drunkenly fumbling, and then she was facing him. There were the loud booms of fireworks overhead that rumbled in the ground beneath them, but he hardly noticed. His gaze fell for just a second, taking in the way she straddled his waist, legs pinning him in place, and how the hem of her dress slipped higher, revealing more of her thighs. He sucked in a ragged breath, cementing his hands in place on the log on either side of them. His knuckles went white as his fingers dug into the wood desperately, like it was the only lifeline keeping him from drowning in Anissa’s presence. 

River’s chest heaved, and his breath hitched beneath her hand as she slowly inched it up his chest. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t pry his gaze from hers, almost in a hypnotic trance as he watched the glittering explosions reflected in her eyes back at him. His body felt hot and restless in ways he dreaded and knew he couldn’t hide from her. When the tips of Anissa’s fingers trailed up his neck, a chill ran down his spine. He forced his eyes shut and exhaled a deep, shaky breath as he tried to think about [i]anything[/i] else, cold water, brussels sprouts, the old lady that lived down the street who always needed help with her groceries and smelled like cats. It didn’t help. He chanted it like a mantra in his mind, but all he felt was [i]her[/i], the warmth of her thighs against his, the tingles of electricity wherever her fingertips brushed his bare skin, and her thumb teasing against the corner of his mouth. 

His eyes snapped open, flicking between her intense gaze and the faint burgundy tint that clung to her lips. All of his logic and reason vanished, disappearing into a cloudy haze as every thought and feeling was wrapped up in her. He didn’t have a clue what was doing, like his body had a mind of its own. River leaned forward, closing the small bit of space between them and pressed his lips to hers. It lasted for no more than a second before his mind tripped and stumbled to catch up to his actions. He pulled away, eyes wide, and skin flushed. [color=86a8ad]"I’m sorry,"[/color] he apologized between heavy breaths, not knowing what had come over him. [color=86a8ad]"I shouldn’t—"[/color] 

[color=5a3e85]"Shut up."[/color] 

His apology was cut short as Anissa’s fingers curled into his shirt, pulling him back to her. There was no hesitation now, no drunken fumbling. Only a startling clarity as her kiss became an answer, a surrender, and a claim, all at once.

Her mouth met his with a boldness that burned away the last of her doubts. The world narrowed to the feel of him: the solid warmth of his body, the uneven rhythm of his breath, the way his heat bled through every barrier between them. She pressed closer, deepening the kiss as she pulled him near, her grip in his hair a gentle command. She wouldn’t have let him go anyway—because yes, she was bossy, and in this moment, she knew exactly what she wanted. Overhead, fireworks exploded in a kaleidoscope of colour, the world counting down to zero without them.

Then her tongue brushed against his lips, catching the lingering sweetness of grenadine. It struck her like a collision of flavours that mirrored their collision of selves; her fire meeting his reserve, her calculated risk melting into his quiet surrender.

River didn’t know what he expected or what to think… He [i]wasn’t[/i] thinking. His body conceded where his mind faltered, giving in to whatever she wanted without a shred of thought. The anxiety that tensed his muscles and made his heart race drifted away into the fog that surrounded them. Where he was usually nervous and clumsy, he was now under the thrall of a new wave of emotions and sensations unfamiliar to him. Elation, curiosity, and desperation guided him through uncharted territory. Like a dance, he let Anissa lead and set the pace while he matched her beat for beat, growing more bold and confident with every second he remained trapped beneath her. 

Whatever space was once between them vanished as their bodies pressed together, chests fighting against one another with every breath. River was a hypocrite. He should have cared about the impression he was giving, his father’s judgment, or the lingering gazes, but in that moment, all he cared about was her. Anissa overwhelmed his senses, dulled his inhibitions, and left him hungry for more. He seized her waist, thumbs pressing into her sides with a gentle firmness as he tried pulling her in closer as if there was any room left between them. His lips parted at her beckoning, tasting the hints of cherry and bourbon as his tongue brushed against hers. Every nerve from his head down to his toes tingled with electricity as the fireworks grew to a thunderous roar, dozens firing at once, signalling the new year.

The sudden heat of River's hands at her waist sent a jolt through Anissa. His touch was more insistent than she had anticipated, his thumbs pressing firmly into the curves of her hips with a possessiveness that stole her breath. The nervous boy from moments before was gone, replaced by someone whose mouth moved against hers with a newfound, desperate confidence. The last of his hesitation vanished as his tongue met hers, a surrender she’d craved that left her dizzy nonetheless. In response, her fingers slid deeper into his hair, tangling and tugging, emboldened by his yielding.

The grand finale of fireworks roared overhead, the concussions echoing in her chest like a second, frantic heartbeat, but Anissa could only hear the ragged rasp of River’s breath between kisses. She could only feel the electric current sparking at every point of connection: his hands on her waist, her knees against his thighs, the thrilling warmth of his skin seeping through their clothes.

If anyone had asked how long they stayed like that, lost in each other, she could never have said nor would she have cared. The only certainty was a desperate, silent wish that it would never end. She was acutely aware of every small sound he made: every soft gasp, every hitched breath, every time his lips parted against hers as if to speak, only to surrender again to the kiss.

It was only when the final cascade of light faded into drifting smoke, leaving a silence punctuated by their ragged breathing, that Anissa pulled back just enough to rest her forehead against his. Her lashes fluttered open. The blurred outline of his face swam into focus, and with her lips still tingling, she whispered against his skin

[color=5a3e85]"Happy New Year…"[/color] 

But the dizziness didn’t subside. If anything, it intensified, her head spinning in a way that had nothing to do with the heat of his mouth or the bourbon. A pressure, cold and vast, coiled deep within her chest, pulling at her insides like an unforgiving tide. Anissa blinked hard, confusion furrowing her brow as the sensation became unbearable.

With a frantic movement, she scrambled off his lap, nearly tripping over her own boots as she stumbled to the side. Her hand clamped over her mouth, but it was too late. Her knees buckled, and she dropped to all fours in the snow-dusted grass, hands digging into the frozen earth as her stomach lurched. The distinct, brutal taste of salt surged up her throat. She bent forward, retching as a stream of briny, bitter liquid splattered onto the ground.

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