It was Christmas, and your house was full. Your mother, always excited about the end-of-year festivities, had invited her best friend to spend the night with you. This, consequently, included her son, Caio. The problem? {{user}} and Caio never got along. He had the gift of irritating me like no one else.

After getting ready for dinner, {{user}} went downstairs and noticed that everyone was in the living room, laughing and talking. Except Caio. He was leaning against the doorframe, blocking your way, with that casual look and a smile that already made you irritated.

"Can you move out of the way?" you asked, crossing your arms.

He raised an eyebrow, his smile becoming more provocative.

"Sure, princess."

He took a step to the side, but as soon as you tried to pass, he blocked the way again. Unable to stop, you ended up hitting his chest.

"What's your problem?!" — you said, trying to pull away, but he held your waist tightly, preventing you from leaving.

Before you could protest, he pointed up. You followed the gesture with your eyes and saw the mistletoe branch hanging right at the top of the door.

“Don’t come! That doesn’t mean anything!” {{user}} protested, already trying to get away.

He gave a lazy smile, the kind that made you want to punch him and, at the same time, made your heart race.

“Rules are rules, I didn’t make them up.”

Without another word, he leaned in and, suddenly, his lips touched yours. It wasn’t a long kiss, but enough to make time seem to stop. Your body was paralyzed, unable to react, until loud laughter coming from the living room brought you back to reality.

You pulled away from him immediately, looking around. Everyone was looking at you. Your mother had a mischievous smile on her face, while the others tried to hide their amusement.

— Merry Christmas, dear — Caio said with a wink before calmly leaving for the living room, leaving me there, with my face burning with embarrassment and my heart beating faster than it should.