The day before Christmas everyone was crowding in the Great Hall to help putting up the tree. Zoë and I were in charge of putting ornaments on the tree. Millie and Audun were, for some reason, paired with Ivan, Zoë's little brother.
Just as I was about to put my favorite ornament on the tree, Zoë tapped my shoulders. I turned around and saw her pointing at the ceiling. Hanging just above our heads was some mistletoe.
I thought I heard someone giggle off in the corner but I didn't pay them much attention. I was busy watching Zoë's reaction.
She, to my surprise, had a smirk on her face.
"Well, rules are rules, right?" She said.
"Yeah… I suppose so." I replied warily.
"Well then, what the heck, right?"
I couldn't form a coherent reply. Zoë, being the impatient person she is, didn't even wait for my response. Instead she just leaned in and gently pressed her lips to mine.
I was ecstatic. I felt like I had waited all eighteen years of my life for this.
It wasn't one of those wimpy two-second kisses either. This was a long and meaningful kiss.
"I told you it would work!" I heard Millie say behind me.
Zoë and I broke apart to stare at her as Ivan ran past us with a candy cane in hand.
"This candy cane is SO worth nearly breaking my head to put that mistletoe up!" He said.
This was probably the best Christmas of my life.