Even if she wanted to, which she absolutely doesn't, Jenny's not sure she could do anything but lean into his touch, curling against him at his prompting. A part of her, more so now than before, with everything actually done, can't shake a slight feeling of self-consciousness, but that hardly matters. It's worth it to be here beside him, his skin warm against hers, her own breaths still shallow and shaky as she tips her head up to kiss him again. There are things she could or should probably be saying, but for once, she's at a loss for words, albeit momentarily, and she can't even mind it much. "Mm," she hums contentedly, fingers brushing against his jaw. "Happy new year, indeed."