Mistletoe. Lorie snatched up the dried spirg, and held it to her chest like it was a bar of gold...It's for you.You want to kiss me? Well, why didn't you just say so? Hope leaned in and puckered upGive me your best shot.Laughing, Lorie shoved her away.I don't want to kiss you. I want someone else to kiss you. A penis-carrying someone.