Suddenly it seems like my heart is running a marathon. I can't seem to catch my breath.
Nick looks down at me. The look glimmering in his eyes is one that I haven't ever seen before. "Guess we have to kiss," he says casually.
My heart skips a beat. I try to sound equally as offhand. I fail. "We don't have to." My voice comes out as a squeak.
Nick waves a finger at me, "C'mon, No, you know the rules. If you go under mistletoe with someone else you gotta kiss them."
My eyes flicker back up to the mistletoe. I simultaneously love and hate it. It's giving me an opportunity that I've always dreamed of... but even if Nick can act normally after kissing me. I couldn't. Not with the way I feel about him. I push away the urge to just accept the kiss. If we kiss, nothing would be the same. Our friendship would be changed. I can't let that happen.
Placing my hands on my hips, I arch a brow at him. "Nicholas St. Clarke, since when have you been one to heed the rules?"
"What?" Nick feigns hurt. "What's so bad about kissing me? Do you think I'd be a bad kisser?"
I roll my eyes at him, "I don't--"
My words are cut off by his lips crashing against mine.
After a split second, I sink into the kiss. Letting go of all my rationality, I allow myself to fall into him. I lose myself for a moment, feeling a warm glow in stark contrast to the cold weather.
The entire world just seems to have gone silent, everything melting away until it's just us. Nick and me.
The kiss seems to last for eternity, but when we break apart, gasping, it is too soon.
I look up into Nick's eyes. I can't keep this from him any more. I have to tell him. "Nick, I--"
Again, he cuts me off, this time with words. "I know."
I blink in surprise and confusion. "You know? Know what?" My cheeks are flush. Of course he knows. He knows everything about me.
"It's okay, Noe."
Embarrassment floods through me. I really don't want to have the just-friends talk with Nick. Not right now, not after that. I turn away.
Nick grabs my arm, pulling me back to him. Lowering his gaze, he says, "Are you not going to let me finish my sentence?" He takes a deep breath. "It's okay because I feel the same way."
It takes me a moment to register his words. When I do fully understand them, I have to look him over, to see if this is all some sort of joke. "You what?" I ask, making sure I didn't hear him wrong. This can't be real. It's too good to be true.
Amusement flickers in his deep emerald eyes. All he says is, "You heard me," before pulling me back into another kiss.
This time I fall without hesitation.
Here's just a little snippet from a Christmas Short Story I wrote in one night for English class. It might be a little flawed since it was so quickly written, but I hope y'all enjoy it! (It's posted on my Wattpad-- www.wattpad.com/story/93242070-christmases-when-you-were-mine)