β...Kiss me?β (Revenge~ from Meryl)
β β β β β β β β New Years Kiss with Wolfie!
β β β Under the canvas of the night sky, the festival fireworks erupted in a symphony of color, casting a shimmering glow over the sea of revelers. Meryl stood close by, her eyes reflecting the vibrant hues that danced above. She turned to Wolfwood, a playful smirk on her lips.
"Never took you for the type to be lost in the fireworks, Preacher," she teased, her voice barely audible over the crackles and booms.
β Well, there's a first time for everything. β
He muttered, his gaze locked onto the spectacle while his mind wonders.
Meryl's smile softened, her eyes twinkling with the mirth of the moment made his heart nearly skip a beat. "Scared of a little light show?"
β It's not the lights that have me on edge. β
He confessed, his voice barely a whisper while a soft red washed over his cheeks.
Before the reporter can utter another word, the next firework burst, showering them in a rain of red and gold. It was now or never. Wolfwood leaned in, his breath hitching, as Meryl's eyes widened in surprise. His lips met hers softly amidst the chaos of celebration.
