You sighed in relief as you stepped into your warm apartment, taking your shoes off so you didn't track any snow in.

But before you could step further in, you heard a voice.

"Ah, ah, ah— you know it's bad luck to not kiss under the mistletoe." For fuck's sake, it was Robert— the cocky bitch had broken into your apartment just for a kiss?

You looked up to see a mistletoe lazily taped to the doorframe— boy oh boy, he sure was a romantic...