“3. . . 2. . .1. . . HAPPY NEW YEAR

“3. . . 2. . .1. . . HAPPY NEW YEAR!” everyone around them shouted and as the fireworks started exploding John had meant to turn around to Clara and wish her exactly the same but when he did he suddenly found her lips on his own.
“Happy New Year, John,” she smiled broadly and after the peck she had just given him his heart was beating so quickly that at first he couldn't find the words at all.
“Happy New Year,” he gulped.
“What do you say? One more dance?” she asked happily and didn't even wait for his reply before she dragged him inside. John could do nothing but follow her.

His brain was still trying to process what had happened as they were again moving over the dance floor. It had just been a peck. Nothing more than that. But somehow it was the most confusing thing that could have happened to him. John hadn't even thought about kissing her, he would never have dreamt about it but then it had happened and now it seemed to be the only thing he could think about.
One dance turned into several. They paused only to get another drink and headed straight back to the floor and for a brief moment John wondered what had happened to Raymond and Thomas and Thomas' wife but when he looked into the direction of their table it appeared to be empty. Clara was laughing or smiling the entire time. She was utterly exuberant tonight and even though John was starting to get tired he couldn't bring himself to tell her and ruin her mood. He had never seen her so happy before and he wanted her to stay this way for as long as she wanted. Maybe that was all the kiss had really been. Just an expression of joy and of friendship. After all, it had been really, really short and over before he had realized what was even happening.
It was 3 am when the music was starting to become slower and slower and only then did a yawn appear on Clara's face and they both agreed that it was probably time to go home.

She held his arm the entire time as they walked, still laughing despite seeming utterly tired.
“That was a wonderful evening,” Clara said joyfully.
“Yes, it was,” John agreed. It had been. At least after midnight.
She stopped in front of her door to search her purse for the key and after a moment she found it and turned back to John.
“Good night, John,” Clara said and went on her toes to peck him on the cheek.
He didn't really understand what had gotten into him in that moment but John caught her in the movement and instead pulled her up to his lips. It was still a chaste kiss, even though it lasted longer than the one she had given him at midnight, even though he could feel her opening him to him. John still let her go and took a step back.
“Good night, Clara,” he smiled and turned around to walk up the rest of the stairs.

結果 (中文) 1:

“3. . .2。..1。..在他们周围的每个人都喊新年快乐 ！"可是如烟火开始爆炸约翰不得不转身到克拉拉，并祝愿她完全相同，他的时候他突然发现她的嘴唇上他自己。"快乐新的一年，约翰，"她坦然一笑，啄她刚刚给他他的心脏跳得很快，在那之后第一次他找不到的话根本。"快乐新的一年，"他一饮而尽。"你说什么？一个更多舞蹈吗？"她高兴地问，没等他回复之前她将他拖进来。约翰也无能为力，但跟着她。他的大脑仍在努力过程发生了什么事，他们再次朝走到舞池。它还只是一撮。没有什么比这更多。但不知何故，这是最令人困惑的事情可能发生在他身上。约翰甚至没想亲吻她，他会做梦也没有想到这件但是它发生了，现在它似乎是他能想到的唯一。跳一支舞变成几个。他们停了下来，只为了要再喝一杯，径自回到地板和片刻约翰不知道雷蒙德和托马斯和托马斯的妻子发生了什么事，但当他到他们的桌子的方向看上去这似乎是空。克拉拉是在笑还是微笑的全部时间。她今晚完全旺盛，即使约翰开始厌烦他不想让自己告诉她，毁了她的心情。他从未见过她那么开心过，他想让她留这种方式，只要她想要。也许那是所有的吻真的到过。只是表达欢乐和友谊。毕竟，它已经真的，很矮很矮，在之前他意识到即使发生了什么。这是 3 上午当音乐开始变慢和只慢然后做一个哈欠出现在克拉拉的脸上和他们都同意，可能时间回家。她举行了他的胳膊整个时间他们边走边聊，尽管看上去疲惫不堪依旧在笑。"这是一个美好的夜晚，"克拉拉兴致勃勃地说。"是的它是的"约翰同意。它了。至少在午夜以后。她停下来在她门前要搜索她的钱包为关键，片刻后她发现它，转身看向约翰。"晚上好，约翰，"克拉拉说，她的脚趾啄他的脸颊上。他不懂什么已经入了他在那一刻，但约翰抓住她在运动中，反而把她拉到他的嘴唇。它仍然是一个纯洁的吻，即使它的持续时间比她在午夜时分，给了他一个即使他能感觉到她打开他给他。约翰仍然让她走，后退了一步。"晚上好，克莱拉，"他笑了笑，转身走上楼梯的休息。