I woke up the next morning with a pounding headache. I groaned and realized that today was the first day of December. I needed to put up the Christmas tree and decorations all around the house. Before I did any of that I needed to go get some Tylenol.

I slid on house shoes and made my way down the stairs. I heard my grandmother making breakfast in the kitchen as I walked in. She was humming Christmas music under her breath making me smile as I kissed her cheek.

"Morning beautiful," I said. "I'm thinking about putting the tree and the decorations up today. Where would I find them?"

She placed a finger on her chin and thought about it. "You may have to get someone to help you get it down; it's a really big one. Why don't you call Ethan's boy and get him to come help you out? I'm sure he'd jump at the chance."

I rolled my eyes and walked over to the medicine cabinet. "We're not exactly on good terms right now, grandma. We had a fight last night about everything going on right now, I don't think he'd come if I asked."

"People have a weird way of shocking you. I've saw the way he looks at you, it's like you captivate him," she said, smiling in that odd little way that only grandmothers can do.

I felt my cheeks heating up as I looked down at me feet. I didn't want to think about how I'd taken him from Diana or how Ethan said that we were written in the stars together or whatever. It was a lot to take in.

"I'll see if I can get it down on my own if not then I'll call Adam. How does that sound?" I asked, giving her a sweet smile. "I'm stronger than I look."

She smiled and turned back to the pancakes she was making. "Do you want any of these? Or do you want to make something else?"

I thought about it and said, "I'm not that hungry, grandma. Thanks for the offer, but I think I'll go get dressed and start decorating."'

"The tree is up in the barn but I'm not sure where, you're going to have to dig around," she said, flipping the pancakes onto a plate.

I ran up the stairs and pulled on some jeans with a long sleeve shirt. I pulled my hair up into a ponytail and checked my phone. I had three missed calls from Adam and it looked like he had left a voicemail every time.

I figured I would listen to one and see what he was saying. I clicked on the first one and his voice filled my ears:

"I'm sorry I'm such a prick Cassie, I don't want you to think that you're second best. I need to talk to you soon so please answer me."

I figured the rest of them said something along those lines so I just called him back. It rang twice before he picked up. He sounded relieved when he answered; "Cassie, I was worried that you didn't get home safe."

"I'm fine, but I have a question. I need someone to help me get the tree down and decorate for Christmas, will you help me?" I asked, lacing up my Converse and sitting on the edge of my bed. "Unless you have other plans today and you can't because that's fine."

I could practically other hear him smirking on the other line. "You're adorable when you're nervous, did you know that? But yes I would love to help you decorate; I'll be there in about ten minutes."

"Thanks Adam, it means a lot," I said. "I don't really know where anything is so we're going to have to dig through all of Jane's stuff."

He laughed and said, "She's got stuff from back when she was our age. We're going to have a ball searching through all of it."

"Yeah, all she said was it was inside the barn. There's more than that in there too I'm sure, I hope we don't find any dead bodies or anything," I said, walking downstairs and into the living room. "With her there's no telling what we're going to find in there."

We talked for a couple more minutes before he said, "I'm outside and heading to your door." Soon enough I heard the doorbell ring and ran to answer it.

Adam was standing outside with his ever-present flannel and a pair of jeans. He was wearing a Santa hat and I saw that he had an elf hat in his other hand. He gave me a shy smile and held it out to me.

"I thought that we should get into the spirit of things. If I was going to be Santa I thought I would need an elf," Adam said, walking in and giving me a wink. So maybe he wasn't so shy…

I felt my cheeks flushing as I put the hat on over my hair and gave him a questioning look. "So be honest, how do I look? Does it make me look even younger than I usually do or does it just look stupid?"

He put his hands on my cheeks and tilted my face up to where our eyes met. "I think you look absolutely beautiful. I talked to Diana last night and I told her that I didn't want to get back together and that I'm over her and I honestly think I am."

I tried to calm down my fluttering heart and keep my breathing steady. "Oh yeah and what does that mean? Does it have anything to do with me?"

He walked up to me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close to him. He placed his forehead against mine and whispered, "It had everything to do with you. You're the one that I want to be with, the one I want to love the rest of my life."

His emerald eyes stared a hole through me like he was looking straight into my soul. Instead of feeling uncomfortable I felt more at home than I had since I left my old house. I wanted to stay in his arms for the rest of my life.

"I want you the rest of my life too, Adam. I want to be the one that you love and hold in your arms. I love you and I'm pretty sure I have since I first saw you."

I don't think I had ever seen him as happy as he was in that moment. Then he pulled me in and connected our lips. I swear all of the lights in the house zapped out but he didn't stop, instead he picked me up and sat me on his hips. He made his trek up the stairs and into my room before he shut my door with his foot.

He sat me on my desk and made sure that there was no space between us as he reconnected our lips. I groaned when I felt his fingertips ghosting around the hem of my shirt, rubbing up against my hipbones. His fingers were so calloused they felt like heaven on my skin.

I broke away from him and as he started to place bites and kissed down my neck, my eyes landed on Nick's old window. There was a familiar blonde staring back at me from the shiny surface.

Jake.

Uh-Oh, drama-rama is a'comin'.

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