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Myka had been at the end of the year party for two hours.
Two whole hours of sitting in the corner with a drink in her hand, watching the same scene unfold in front of her like a bad loop she couldn’t escape.
An eyesore.
Aya, her boss, and Eliot, one of the managers, laughed as they swayed together on the dance floor, bodies moving easily, comfortably. Like they belonged there. Like Myka didn’t exist at all.
She clicked her tongue.
“That guy looks so stupid next to Aya,” she muttered.
“Stop sulking like a kid,” Stace said, dropping into the seat beside her. Stacey, her best friend, and unfortunately, Aya's cousin, gave her a knowing look. “It’s your own fault you’re not the one dancing with her tonight.”
Myka scoffed. “Yeah, right.”
“If you hadn’t pissed her off by flirting with that trainee, Sofi—”
“I didn’t flirt,” Myka snapped, already standing and grabbing her pouch. “She got the wrong idea. And besides, Aya wouldn’t go with me to something like this anyway, upset or not.”
Stace only shook her head, disappointed, as Myka walked away.
Outside, the night air was cool against Myka’s skin.
She dug through her pouch, a cigarette resting between her lips.
“There you go,” she murmured when she found her lighter.
She’d quit smoking a month ago. But she started again earlier this week.
Ever since the cold war with Aya.
Aya had caught her in what looked like a not so appropriate situation with Sofia. Since then, something between them had gone quiet. Aya became distant, cold in a way that felt intentional, her professionalism sharpened to a blade. It all unraveled in a heated argument just days before the New Year’s Eve party.
Myka exhaled, smoke curling into the air as the memory replayed itself.
The city glowed around her. Streets were crowded, voices overlapping, laughter mixing with anticipation as everyone waited for the countdown.
“I told you I don’t like it when you smoke.”
Myka didn’t turn around. She didn’t need to. She already knew who it was.
She blew out another puff, eyes fixed ahead. “Done dancing with your pretty boy?”
“Why do you care?” Aya said, stepping beside her. “Where’s your trainee? Didn’t you ask her to be your date?”
Myka rolled her eyes. She flicked the cigarette to the ground and stepped on it before finally facing her.
“Look,” she said firmly, “I don’t know where you got that idea. I never wanted to be with her tonight. The only person I wanted was busy dancing with some rich, know it all guy earlier.”
Aya froze.
Myka had always been gentle with her. Even when Aya was mad. Especially then.
“Then why didn’t you ask me?” Aya asked quietly. “I waited.”
“How could I?” Myka shot back. “You were always mad at me. You wouldn’t even talk to me unless it was works”
“You never tried hard enough.”
Their voices rose, sharp and unfiltered, neither of them caring about the strangers passing by without a second glance.
Myka noticed the irritation in Aya eyes and for some reason, she found it fascinating. Aya kept talking, words spilling out, but Myka stopped listening
Her focus drifted to Aya's lips.
Soft. Pink. Tempting.
“Oh,” Myka muttered, stepping closer. “Whatever.”
Before Aya could react, Myka cupped her face with both hands and kissed her.
It was gentle. Slow. Careful.
Aya froze at first, eyes wide, breath caught until she softened, melting into the kiss, closing her eyes as she kissed back. When they finally pulled away, they stayed close, foreheads nearly touching, breath uneven.
Then Aya smiled.
“You’re such an idiot,” she said, lightly hitting Myka's arm.
Myka chuckled, not letting go. “I like you too. A lot, actually.”
Aya hit her again, but there was no heat behind it this time.
Fireworks exploded above them.
They both looked up as the sky lit up in bursts of color, reflections dancing in their eyes.
“Happy New Year, Ms. Anceta,” Myka said softly, pulling Aya into a hug.
“Happy New Year, Lee,” Aya replied, hugging her back, tilting her head up to look at her.
Myka leaned down and kissed her again.
When their lips met, the world unraveled at the edge,
Sound melted away, faces blurred, time itself grew still.
There was only them, two hearts finally in sync, suspended in a moment that felt infinite.
And just like every kiss they shared, it was magic.