Door 14
"You better kiss each other."
"Is this an enchanted one?" Angelina asked, already dreading the answer.
"What do you think?" Her mother replied and continued to smile at the two underneath the mistletoe. That was the reply both of them had feared. An enchanted mistletoe wouldn't let you go before you had kissed the other person – properly.
Angelina swallowed before she met Montague's eyes. The sooner they kissed, the sooner they could go back to baking biscuits – a harmless activity as long as there weren't any mistletoe around.
Montague brought his head slowly down and Angelina leaned up a bit to meet him halfway. When their lips met, Angelina was surprised at how soft the kiss was. His lips touched hers gently; as if afraid she might bite him or something. She could smell his cologne, at least she thought it had to be his cologne, there was no way someone could smell so good without wearing cologne.
Her eyes fluttered close when he moved his head a bit to the side and let his tongue slide over her closed lips. She didn't know what had made him do this, nor did she know what it was that made her open her lips immediately and welcome his tongue with her own.
She could have sworn she heard a sigh then, not sure if it was herself or Montague, but she didn't care. The kiss let her want more and without noticing it, her hand moved to his chest and up towards his shoulder, to keep herself up against him as their kiss deepened.
They were completely lost in the kiss, so neither of them noticed the smile on Leila's face or the way Samuel covered his eyes, so he wouldn't have to see so much of this disgusting kissing. He would never understand what adults found so good about that. Emily wasn't sure what to think of this. But she couldn't help but hope. For what she wasn't sure, but she hoped for it.
Slowly Angelina pulled back from the kiss, her eyes still half closed as she looked up into Montague's face. She had never before noticed how green his eyes were, or how many emotions he could show with them. His lips looked so soft and inviting and she was just about to bring her hand up to touch them when she heard Samuel speaking.
"Are you done now?" He asked and peeked from behind his hands, obviously relieved that it was over.
Angelina stepped back from Montague hastily and cleared her throat. Her eyes were looking everywhere but at him. Merlin, what kind of spell had her parents used for that mistletoe? If it made her actually enjoy a kiss with Montague it had to be a strong one.
She was glad that her mother didn't say anything about the kiss and they continued to bake mostly in silence. But every once in a while Angelina couldn't help but lick her lips. She could still taste him. Even nibbling at the dough didn't help.
Leila smiled for the rest of the afternoon. She couldn't remember when she had been in such a good mood for the last time. Of course she had been worried about her daughter when Angelina had told her that she would spend the weeks before Christmas with a man and two children. And it had to be a man who had been her enemy throughout her whole school life.
But now she wasn't worried anymore. She just wondered how long it would take her daughter to realise the obvious.
The afternoon passed quickly and soon Emily and Samuel were carrying each a box full of Christmas biscuits in their hands while Angelina said goodbye to her parents. While Montague said goodbye to her father, Leila hugged her daughter tightly. And just before Angelina walked out of the door her mother whispered into her ear.
"There was not a single charm on the mistletoe. I thought you might want to know that." And she waved and smiled as she stood with her husband and watched them walk away. Angelina still in awe over what she had just been told.