A few short stories for you

Mistletoe

A find smile tugs on her lips while she hums along to "All I want for Christmas" all by herself. She currently stands in the living room, rummaging through several boxes, her small but comfortable apartment lit in a golden light that drowns all the Christmas decorations in a gleeful shimmer. Her face lights up as she pulls out what she was looking for and holds the mistletoe up in front of her face with a triumphant "Aha!"
Walking over to the low walk-through in the wall separating kitchen and living room, she picks up one of the sugar canes standing on the coffee table. She pops it into her mouth when a bell rings and she absentmindedly calls out: "Come in! It's open."
The smile on her face remains calm but excited as she walks on to stretch up and fiddle with the small hook in the middle of the passage arch, trying to tie the mistletoe to it. Continuing to hum her favourite Christmas song, she only takes note of the footsteps closing in on her with one ear. She doesn't even truly take notice of the second person in her warm home smelling of pine needles and freshly baked cookies, until their shadow falls on her and makes it difficult to concentrate. Her eyes dart up to the boy before her and a grin pulls her lips into a silent greeting. The gesture is only met with a thankful but almost serious smile, when a finger is lifted to her chin to pull it further up. She doesn't let go of the mistletoe, although the touch sparks something in her. It sends warm radiating from the the point where her skin collided with his. She's frozen, even when the boy puts the other hand up to cradle her face. Eyes big and wide, she stares back into those big brown ones with her own of the same, warm colour. Before she can say anything at all, he bends down to press his lips on hers. After a second, she sighs sweetly and melts into the small kiss. The touch sends electricity shocking through the whole of her body, ignoring a firework that sends her blood boiling and makes her gut turn. Her knees go weak as she feels dizzy, but the feeling is too good to let go just yet.