As cliché as it was, we kissed under the mistletoe outside my door in a cold winter evening a week before christmas. We threw the plastic bags from our christmas shopping carelessly to the ground over us.
“Let’s go inside,” he whispered in between the kisses.
“But it’s getting hot in here,” I replied as I put my lips back between his.
He broke the kiss.
“As much hot as it is, we will still freeze,” he was already picking up the bags from the ground now.
And so I pulled the keys out of my pocket and brought him inside.
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He Left Me Alone
Teen FictionHis name was Logan McHale. And i didn't know why he left me alone. Short Story #171 (06/28/2014)
