Ozzy had gone overboard with the decorations and Val was more than a little irritated. Why the boy needed so many little santas plastered all over the goddamn walls was beyond her. The tinsel doorways was definitely high up on the list of annoyances too.
But it was the fact that the kid had put mistletoe in every fucking doorway that had really began to get on her nerves. No one needed that much mistletoe.
She had been in the process of taking some down when Kit paused in the doorway, trying to figure out what she was trying to reach without a step stool.
“Don’t give me that shitty ass grin, Christian,” she growled, poking him hard in the shoulder before tugging him down just enough to kiss him. “Get that shit out of my doorway.”