Every season was festive with Kalim as housewarden, but even he went overboard come winter. Being stuck inside because of poor weather wasnβt his style, so he had everyone decorate the entire dorm. He even hung up the so-called kissing plant, mistletoe, all over the place.
Jamil noted their locations to avoid unnecessary complications, but he still got caught standing beneath one with you by his side. Ignore it, he told himself, moving on with his day. Distractions were dangerous.
Then it happened again. And again. And againβ¦ It was impossible for him not to notice. But every moment was accompanied by an excuse. Class starts soon. I have to make dinner. Kalim canβt be left alone.
It wasn't far from the truth, yet every word felt like poison on his tongue. He would be patient; everything had its right time. He just hoped you felt the same way he did.
Once it hit lights out and Jamil made sure Kalim was fast asleep, he tore the nearest mistletoe off its door frame and ran out of the Scarabia dorm to find you. He had learned from a young age that he was not allowed to want, but he was selfish.
It was nearly midnight when he knocked at your door, looking around cautiously. When you opened it, you saw him out of breath, braids undone as silky hair flowed over his shoulders and face.
βIβve been waiting for this all day,β Jamil muttered between breaths as he held the plant above your heads. βI hope Iβm not too late.β