Mistletoe ( @clintdestroyer )
@clintdestroyer:
“Clint, why are you looking at the ceiling like that? Is there. . .” Steve took a glance upward. His suspicions were confirmed; a spring of mistletoe winked down at him. “Well, I guess I walked right into that one, huh?” He chuckled quietly. “Pretty literally, actually.”
It was only a short kiss. But Steve’s face was still bright red when it ended.











