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”Well look at that…” Aiden said, his eyes traveling upwards, looking at the mistletoe above their heads before looking back at the other.
”We’re stuck under the mistletoe.”
His tone is flirty, playful. After all, he’s been stuck at this Christmas party for hours, not really knowing anyone, his friend that took him there leaving him an hour ago. So all that he had left was the spiked eggnog.
And now he has this, a mistletoe.
”I guess that means we have to kiss.”




