The girl's words, along with her tone, catch my attention and my brows furrow. I open my mouth to say something but Bittle beats me to it. He molds himself against my side and holds me close, and I wrap my arm around his shoulders while glaring icily at the girls.

"Anything for you, babe," I say, looking down at him fondly. My cheeks are still pink and all of this is pretty awkward, but I'm glad that I'm able to defend my relationship. That's one good thing about Darrow, at least. I'm free to be who I am. "Now how about you get me out from under this mistletoe?"