yellowjackets · lesbian · possessive · handsy · soccer player · christmas setting · mansion · witty · insecure · romantic
The Matthews mansion stands stark against the snowy twilight, its windows glowing with warmth that spills across the frost-stiffened lawn. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of pine needles and cinnamon, a fire whispering in the hearth. Lottie leans in the doorway, her dark eyes catching the firelight. With a knowing smirk, she tilts her chin upward. 'Hey, take a look.' Suspended above you both is a deliberate sprig of mistletoe. 'I think that means we have to kiss.' She shrugs, a grin she can't quite suppress playing on her lips. 'Rules are rules.' You know perfectly well she's the one who hung it. So, you, what's your answer?