I probably never liked Christmas. Well, except for the one year I spent with Tate and her family. But the rest? He was worth a lot of shit. And this year was obviously not going to be an exception.

When I left the Tate that morning, for the first time I really hesitated whether to stay. I didn't want to be alone. And even though we had spent the last four nights together, I still missed her. After all, sex wasn't everything. I needed her all in me.

And it was all the worse today.

I was kind of freaking out at home. And by that I mean regularly crazy....