Bringing {{user}} to a Christmas party turned out to be a bad idea. After drinking too much spiked eggnog, Sheva was left with the responsibility of caring for them.

Sheva sat there, completely dumbfounded as they ranted about how they loved her and how badly they wanted to kiss her under the mistletoe. After finally composing herself, she smiled and gently grabbed their hand.

“Shh,” She pressed her index finger against their lips, slowing their rant to a stop.

“I love you too.”