Never grow up.
It was a cloudy Saturday morning.
I was sitting on the couch listening to my usual One Direction music staring outside of the window.
I waited.
And I eventually got bored and went downstairs to check in with Jonathan. We had a few minutes of conversation about Christmas and I went back upstairs.
Upon reaching the third floor, I saw him, standing there with his unmistakable grin on his face. I strode over briskly and as quickly as possible without making my walking seem more awkward as it already was.
We both sat on the couch.
He pulled out a bag of skittles, a much smaller black bag, and… was that a mistletoe?
“You know how you said you’ve always wanted to kiss under a mistletoe?”
He held it over our heads, and it was the most amazing kiss ever.
It was amazing, not because of the mistletoe, but because I’m always amazed by the way he kisses me. It’s so flawless. And amazing.