[She pulls back when he does. Luckily for her she doesn't blush easily, or she might have been flushed. The kiss did not suck. These mistletoe bot days might be almost routine for her by now, but there's nothing routine about a kiss. It's always at least a little intimate no matter how much you don't want to think of it that way if you're with someone else. It comes with a side of vulnerability and a dash of sharing. And when it's good—like this one—that memory lingers.]
I wish I could tell you that you're wrong, but it always feels like I've seen the last of it right before they strike again.