Chapter 45 Bird
BIRD
It’s after midnight. The snow keeps falling, no screams come from inside the brownstone, no sudden planes dropping from the sky. In the distance, the city’s fireworks display kicks off in blossoms of gunpowder color over the harbor, illuminating the skyline.
We turn to face each other and I feel like I’m looking into her soul, like she’s looking right back into mine. She’s smiling as our lips press together, my tongue slipping in to taste hers, her teeth on my lower lip, the shivers passing between us more excitement than cold.
“Happy New Year, Jessa.”
“Happy New Year to you,” she echoes, and then looks around. “I guess the world didn’t change after all.”
“Yes, it did,” I tell her, and tuck her perennial blue hair behind her ears.