So as my lovely boyfriend is blocking my laptop because he has a paper due, I decided to write another little drabble on my phone :) Please have fun reading and enjoy my lovely readers :)
Mistletoe - A Smithdrabble
Mistletoe, it just had to be mistletoe!
The most stupid and embaressing christmas tradition ever.
A mistletoe was no fun at all and certainly not romantic! Kissing strangers was not romantic at all!
“Come on, don’t be such a grinch, sweety! Maybe we can finally get you a descent guy this year!”, Donna the shopmanager smiled at me and winked.
“I don’t need a man, I am better off alone! The last three of them were a disaster so keep your men”, I said angrily and walked out of the coffee shop to pick up the fresh cupcakes from Donnas car.
Everything was already covered under a thick blanket of snow so it was almost impossible to find the vehicle without the familiar beeping noise that unlocked it.
Carefully balancing the three boxes in my arms I staggered back to the shop and sighes at the sight of the closed door.
How was I able to open the damn thing without dropping the damn cupcakes?
“Excuse me, Miss do you want to get inside?”, a tall, slender man with ruffled brown hair appeared next to me and smiled.
Looking up at him I nodded and examined him a bit.
His face looked quite lovely, like a naughty schoolboy with nothing but mischief in mind.
Acting like a perfect gentleman he opened the door and led me inside by placing a hand onto my back.
I felt his long fingers’ pressure against my body and somewhere under my winter coat I felt goosebumps rising.
“Thank you very much. What can I get you Sir?”, I asked politely and looked up.
Than damn mistletoe hung right above our heads. Damn!
“Uuhhh I think we have the first kiss for this season”, Donna chirped and looked at us.
“Well I guess we don’t have a choice”, the man smiled, took the boxes I carried only to place them on the counter and pulled me close into his arms.
I closed my eyes in embaressment and waited for his lips to touch mine.
Suddenly I felt as if I was struck by lightning.
Catefully almost shy his lips caressed my bottom lip.
This was the most tender kiss I had ever received!
I could feel his warm breath on my lips like sweet nectar from an exotic flower.
As he drew back he still kept me in his arms and looked at my confused, blushing face.
“I would like to have a gingerbread latte. Oh and by the way, my name is Matt, Matt Smith. Very pleased to meet you”, he still held me tight to his body and smiled which made me smile too.