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He hadn’t really thought it through. It was Christmas, and it was tradition. More importantly, he liked to shake things up a little, and he liked kisses, and he liked being courted even more. Why was it always on men to do the courting while women could just sit back and enjoy it? So putting this little sprig of mistletoe on top of his head had seemed like a good idea at the time. And if it got him a few more kisses than from Tara—his main target—well, who was he to complain? A man could never be kissed enough, in his opinion. Especially at this time of the year.
Getting kissed by Lori was a pleasant bonus. Especially since she liked to pretend that she despised him. What he hadn’t counted on though was Denny. Who took one look at him, said ‚Mistletoe‘, and kissed him. It was a short kiss, full on the lips but surprisingly chaste given that it came from Denny.
And the world spun around him quite literally, in a way he couldn’t remember it happening since that very first kiss so many years ago.
This wasn’t the first man he had kissed by any means. He knew that he cared for Denny—loved him, even. He was old enough to know himself, to know what and who he wanted.
And yet he hadn’t known this.
* Fin *