Allison glanced up at Philippe, frowning as she realised just how much taller he was. This wouldn't work. Ignoring the crowd that was beginning to count down, Allison looked for a nearby table and subtly pulled at his shirt. "Trust me - come this way." When they reached the table, she climbed on top and as the crowd began to yell louder and louder, Allison leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to Philippe's temple. "Happy New Years!"
Philippe glanced down at the tug on his shirt, arching a brow at her words. Trust me. Why should he? Despite the lack of a reason, he did and followed after the woman to a table. Once she climbed on top, he was prepared for a drunken show that’d leave her full of shame and regret in the morning. Instead, she leaned closer to him and pressed a kiss to his temple just as the fireworks started.
“You call that a kiss?” Philippe was surprised, of course, but he wasn’t about to let it show. “Happy New Years, Allison,” he said and reached for her to help her down. “Are you getting off the table or should I expect a show?”
