Knuckles stood there, watching her from across the room.
She was beautiful.
He needed to let her know what he was feeling somehow.
He had to…
Rouge sat there, on the couch.
Thinking about him.
Wondering why he wasn’t here with her.
Suddenly, there he was, sitting next to her.
They looked deeply into each other’s eyes.
His were sparkling tanzanites, hers glimmering emeralds.
At that moment, his lips crashed into hers in a passionate kiss under a mistletoe.
It was the best Christmas they ever had.