"It has always been like that..." She smiled but he knew it wasn't a happy smile. "in some way am always doing something to make them angry "
She sniffed.
"And in return am told not to go home...and it seems am unlucky this time cause it was on Christmas " she breathed.
Mila fell silent. He didn't say anything.
"I got lost in the forest cause I was trying to get back early 'cause my boyfriend's parents didn't want to see me..." she burst into tears now..." but they allowed her in ".
"I don't even know what I did wrong...all I wanted was to spend Christmas with them....but none of them wanted me " she cried
He got up heading to where she was, "Am sorry I asked ".
"They don't even know I'm almost dead "she cried louder.
He frowned taking her hand.
"Mila, it's alright I can spend it with you," he said she looked down at him.
"Well we are spending it together, 'cause they didn't want me " she cried.
"But unlike them, I want you," he said without thinking.
Mila stopped crying blinking.
"You do?".
He nodded, "Yes I do ".
She fell into his arms hugging him.
"Thank you "she cried.
He sighed wondering why he had asked her such questions.
.....
"Do you know how to cook?" Mila asked Damien.
After she calmed down, she asked if they could have something to eat.
He nodded.
"I do and you?" he asked.
She nodded.
"I enjoy doing it," she said.
She watched him cook with a smile on her face.
After their meal, he brought a bottle of wine. She was busy watching a movie.
"Woow, wine " she giggled.
"You don't drink?" he asked.
"Rarely...never seemed to enjoy it," she said.
He poured her a glass then his. He sat back watching her smile and laugh at the scenes in the movies.
Without realising it they had finished the bottle of wine.
"Mmm, why did he break her heart " cried Mila.
"I think it was for her good," he said
"Ahh, but she's in pain and....." she cried.
Damien sat up to see her crying.
"Why are you crying, Mila " he asked.
"Cause it so sad...they.love each other but have to break up," she said.
He chuckled.
"It's just a movie, Mila," he said.
"Huh...but it's still sad...am not watching it anymore "
She got up but staggered discovering how drunk she was.
Damien turned to see her drop back into the seat right into him.
She turned to see his face up close.
"I think am drunk, "she said.
He sighed. Gently he placed her aside.
Laying her down. He got up clearing the glasses and bottle.
He got her a glass of water too. But bumped into her on the way.
"Why are you up?" he asked.
"Looking for you "she muttered.
He moved holding her unstable body.
Mila looked up.
"Oh, we are under the mistletoe," she said.
He looked up seeing it.
"So?" he asked.
"They always kiss under the mistletoe, so we have to, " she said.
He blinked gazing into her unsteady eyes.
"Really?" he asked.
She agreed.
"I don't think we should, you drunk ". he said.
"So?...is that an excuse not to kiss. You don't want like everyone else ". She suddenly started crying again.
"It's not that Mila," he said.
She pushed his arm away turning to leave.
His hand placed the glass of water aside and pulled her back, his hands held her warm blushed face.
Bending closer to her face. Mila's eyes popped out seeing him so close.
"May I " he sounded.
She blinked with a smile on her face and gave him a small nod.
He smiled taking her lips.
Her lips felt so soft and warm under his, lingering for a second he swiftly pulled away.
But Mila held onto his shirt and yanked him back to her face this time kissing him.
His body filled with something as slowly kissed him closing his eyes he kissed her back. But then he felt her stop going back.
"I can't " she sniffed.
"Can't what?"
"My neck hurts, am too short and your too huge " she cried.
He chuckled bending down as he carried her up.
"Better?" he asked.
She beamed.
Mila held his neck moving closer to him, he met her in between. Their lips met again and this time none was holding back.