You could feel your heartbeat in your ears, your face heating up as you stared at the mistletoe. The situation was surreal, almost like a cruel joke. You didn't know what to do. Part of you wanted to run away, to avoid any further embarrassment. But another part of you, the part that still cared for Simon, was tempted to take the chance.
You stood frozen, your mind racing. The thought of kissing him after everything that happened made you sick with guilt. But Soap wasn’t going to let you off that easily. He nudged you playfully, urging you to make a move. Simon remained silent, his expression unreadable as he stared out the window. He was avoiding looking at you, as if he couldn’t bear to face the consequences of your actions.
You chuckled nervously, looking up at the mistletoe and then at Simon. "I don't think he wants to either." You were right. Simon remained still, his expression unreadable. Soap, on the other hand, looked amused.