An amused huff escapes me at his blatant dismissal, and my eyes close as his lips touch mine. I can feel it when the mistletoe's hold gives way, but I still don't stop kissing him. He tastes like sugar, like the gourmet chocolates they left in the room, and I boldly lick the taste from his tongue before pulling away to smile at him.

"Well, that was an interesting start to the vacation," I tell him as I pull him away from the enchanted plant and reach down to take his hand in my own. "Thanks for saving me."