Decking Her Halls: A Filthy Dirty Christmas

Emersyn Daws is driving me crazy, has been for months. As soon as we met
I knew I needed her by my side, soothing my ragged edges with her thick
curves and sweet smile. Every time she walks past me, especially in one
of her tight pencil skirts, I'm like a dog chasing after a bone. She
was into me too, at first, then something changed and now she wants
nothing to do with me. Every once in a while I catch her staring and
right before she turns away our eyes connect and I feel the connection I
felt the first moment I saw her. She's going to be mine, no matter
what.
This Christmas we're going to figure out what went wrong then I'll spend the rest of the night Decking Her Halls.