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The fire crackled as it slowly died in the fireplace. The snow fell outside the cabin covering the world like a white sheet.
“Merry Christmas…” Oliver leaned in closer to Felicity. Stopping when their faces were extremely close their eyes locked.
Felicity held her breath, “You know there is mistletoe over our heads right now...” Oliver chuckled a little in a low voice.
“I mean our first kiss had to be under mistletoe, I mean not that we are going to kiss… but... I mean we could if you want, but not that I am implying that you want to kiss me it’s just …this will be ending in 3…2…” She never finished as he just closed the distance between them. Kissing her softly he felt a peaceful bliss. She was his light and love.