
her arms droop lazily around his neck, face scrunching as an eyebrow kinks upward towards the mistletoe as if she has no idea how that got up there. ❛ i know you’re new to the whole christmas thing, but those pretty leaves mean you can kiss me anytime ya want. ❜ he never gets a chance to respond, as she stands tall on the balls of her feet, lips brushing against him lightly, and then all at once.
Send 🎄 for our characters under a mistletoe! ( accepting. )