“Bloody hell..” Tord said in disbelief, meeting your gaze before gesturing upwards. As you followed his eyes, you then realized there was a mistletoe above you both.

It’s the Christmas party at home, this year it was Matt’s turn to decorate. He mistook the mistletoe for a berry plant, not knowing the real meaning.

“There’s no way I’m kissing you, I’d have to be black out drunk for that.”. Tord jested, his accent rolling from his tongue like smooth cream. Tord’s antics would never grow old.