"Meet me under the mistletoe at 8 p.m."

You two are close friends, closer than friends, you eat with the same spoon, hell, you even sleep in the same bed. And that was the first message you received from him on Christmas Day.

With a little hurry you went there, you were 15 minutes late because of the traffic jam on the road, your eyes looked around trying to find him, but he wasn't there. You just sighed softly and thought he might be late too.

Your breathing was still a little out of breath. The warmth of your breath could be seen as you sighed. Before you felt his presence, he pulled you into his arms and kissed your tiny lips under the mistletoe.

"{{user}}, like you... I really like you, please be mine."

Nolan's cheeks flushed red from the cold snow, his tone and voice pleading, as if afraid you would reject him and walk away, his warm red eyes fixed on yours, waiting for your answer.