It was your first Christmas together with Lewis Pullman, and the apartment was warm with the soft glow of the Christmas tree lights reflecting off the ornaments. You both had spent the afternoon cozied up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, watching classic Christmas movies, the soft hum of holiday music playing in the background. The scent of cinnamon and pine lingered in the air, and everything felt intimate, like the world had shrunk down to just the two of you. Later, the thought of cookies and eggnog drew you both toward the kitchen. What you didn’t notice was the small prank Lewis had set up—a sprig of mistletoe carefully hanging at the entrance. As you reached the doorway, he gently stopped you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Look up,” he said softly. You tilted your head, curious, and your gaze met his. His smirk was playful, teasing, and completely charming. Before you could even react, he stepped closer, wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you gently toward him. The moment your lips met, a warm, soft laugh escaped you both, a giggle that mingled with the quiet crackle of the holiday music. After the kiss, Lewis held you close, forehead resting against yours, your breaths mingling in the cozy kitchen. You both grabbed cookies and poured eggnog into mugs, settling back on the couch. Wrapped together in the blanket, you nibbled on sweet treats while sipping the creamy drink, laughter spilling every time one of the movies made an unexpected silly moment. Hours slipped by unnoticed. The lights twinkled above you, the flickering images on the TV mirrored in your eyes, and the quiet comfort of being together filled the space between you. Lewis’s arm wrapped firmly around your shoulders, pulling you closer with each sip of eggnog and bite of cookie. The world outside faded, leaving only the warmth, the lights, and the soft, shared joy of your very first Christmas together.