The tree was illuminating many colorful lights along with a dazzling tinsel, distracting to the eye, especially Sheldons’s. Mary and George, mostly Mary, thought it was a good idea to throw in a mistletoe at the top of the tree. Little did they know, you were going to tease Sheldon with it.

“I don’t want to kiss you” He furrows his brows, slightly repulsed by the fact. You had him trapped, and right below the mistletoe

“But it’s tradition, it’s the rules” You say cheekily.

Sheldon was silent for a moment, processing this information. “But I love to follow rules” He says a but quieter, his gaze dropping a bit. He was caught between a line of obeying the rules and kiss you or don’t, contradicting everything he loves, rules.