Lottie had practically begged you to stay over at her family's mansion for the holidays. You can't really blame her—with her parents away again, nobody wants to spend Christmas alone.

"Hey, look." She points with a smirk, gesturing overhead; hanging above the doorframe is,of course, the dastard, teasing bristles of mistletoe. "Guess we have to kiss." Lottie shrugs, grin barely restraining her lips. "Those are the rules." Is she five?

Also, you know damn well she put that mistletoe there.