𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℝ𝕙𝕪𝕞𝕖𝕤, 𝕃𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℝ𝕙𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕞𝕤 - Aryia x OC

ℝ𝕙𝕪𝕞𝕖 𝟛𝟠 - 𝕁𝕒𝕩'𝕤 𝔽𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 ℂ𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕞𝕒𝕤

Hey guys, Happy Wednesday!

This is the second to last part of book 2 I'm posting (the finale will be out on Friday) and I'm kinda sad to see the end of the Loving Rhymes, Living Rhythms era, but I really hope you enjoy these last 2 parts and look forward to the next book (which I've decided to post at the end of the first week of April - so in literally 3 weeks :3)

This one's very similar to the Christmas scenarios in the imagines book (even starting with the mistletoe one) but I changed a few bits up to make it a better and more engaging read for those of you who have read those already.

I WAS planning to post this part on Christmas last yer, but I didn't have it finished then, so I hope you don't mind this festive part of the book being released in mid-March ^^" and that you all enjoy the chapter :D

WARNINGS: Language

Chapter Song: Under the Tree - Kelly Clarkson

Summary: Aryia and Evra's first Christmas in Boston

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In truth, I hadn't expected Aryia to go out of his way to buy a bunch of mistletoe to carry around with him whenever he wanted to kiss me, but he had.

The first time it happened, I had just returned home after tutoring the piano and got back to see him waiting on the porch of the house, cheeks and nose red from the cold. There was no telling how long he'd been outside for, but I still brought him back inside with me, wrapping a blanket around him before I went into the kitchen to boil a kettle for a mug of his favorite ginger tea.

My back was facing the doorway as I filled the kettle in the sink, and I felt Aryia's arms snaking around my waist. He nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck, tickling my skin with his cold nose, making me shiver slightly as he chuckled deeply into my ear.

"If you're that excited already, look up." He suggested.

Curious, I lifted my gaze to see his other hand above me, dangling a piece of mistletoe above my head

"You know the rules, Evie." He murmured, his lips brushing against my neck in the briefest of touches.

'In fairness, he is a hopeless romantic.' I rolled my eyes. "Real smooth, Moony." I grinned, turning around to kiss him on the lips.

He returned my kiss fervently, and what started out as a small peck easily turned into a full-on makeout session.

Aryia grabbed my hips and pulled me against him, trapping me between himself and the kitchen worktop. But, apparently this wasn't enough, as he picked me up and sat me down on the kitchen counter as I draped my arms over his shoulders in response.

I parted my lips just slightly, and he followed, his lips moving slowly against mine, gentle at first. His taste was intoxicating – warm and familiar with a soft mix of cinnamon and other spices.

His hand cupped my cheek, fingers brushing through my hair as he deepened the kiss, this to me with more intent, pulling me closer as his mouth moved in perfect sync with mine. The sweetness of the moment wrapped around us like the warmth of the kitchen itself. Aryoa's lips were warm but tender, and the kiss itself felt like it held everything unspoken – everything we didn't need to say, but that we both understood.

For a moment, there was nothing but the softness of his lips, the closeness, and the magic of being under the mistletoe in the quiet of the kitchen, the world outside forgotten.

After what felt like hours of blissfully kissing him, I finally pulled away. Both of us had messy hair and we were both breathing deeply, but the grins on our faces showed how happy we both were, and I felt like we were 23 all over again. As tacky as the mistletoe idea was, I had to admit that it was still really cute.