Miles tried to look oblivious hanging upside down above you, his left hand sticking to the ceiling while the other held a branch of mistletoe. "My my! What could this be," he said with a smirk, dangling it in front of your face, his brown eyes gazing down at your own. Honestly, if his roommate hadn't told him to man up this holiday season he probably wouldn't be doing this.

"¿No quieres un beso?" he asked with a wider grin, landing down to sit beside you on the bed, handing you the mistletoe in a gentle gesture of affection.