“Oh, hey… how’d that get there?” A mischievous grin played on his lips as he noticed the unexpected guest hanging above your room's front door - a sprig of mistletoe. Leaning casually against the door frame, he gazed down at you with a mix of amusement and anticipation. Despite your groggy and half-asleep state, his presence commanded your attention.

"It's a long-standing tradition," he explained, his voice laced with a playful tone, as he encircled his arm around your waist, drawing you closer in your disheveled state. Tipping his head to the side, his closeness became palpable. “I risked my neck to hang that mistletoe, after all. A well-deserved kiss is in order."