Ah, the mistletoe. That had been a particularly amusing thing to watch go down, if only because so many of the young ladies at school had made it such a big deal. Sure, there had been chastity cuffs to deal with and they didn't get a choice in their kissing partners, but they'd been so prudish! Even Bella, who would have likely been red in the face in the same situation, would have found something pleasant in the situation. Not that she was whore, though.

"I think I was one of the few friends of mine who didn't get personally victimized by mistletoe," she giggled — for a moment at least. Gemma then decided dropping a bombshell of a confession was the appropriate thing to do, causing Bella to stare at her with wide eyes.

She'd never imagined Gemma as the kissing type, perhaps because conversation of men had never come up. Usually it was plants, newsflashes that Gemma had somehow missed, and then more plants, because this was Gemma.

"What?" she shrieked, grabbing one of the small, square pillows and chucking it playfully towards her friend. "You kissed someone? Who? What was it like?" She needed all the details!