~Jamie's POV~
The Christmas lights on my tree twinkled like a thousand tiny stars, casting a warm glow across the living room. The fireplace crackled softly, filling the air with that cozy scent of burning pine logs.
I'd baked a batch of gingerbread cookies earlier, nothing fancy, just enough to munch on while I binge watched those old holiday classics. A glass of red wine sat on the coffee table, half-empty, and the neighborhood outside was dead quiet.
Everyone had bolted for family gatherings, leaving me here in my urban apartment building, solo as always. No way was I dealing with another round of my extended family's bullshit.
'Jamie, when are you settling down? Why no wife yet?' My mom trying to hook me up with her friend's daughters...fuck that.
This year, I was celebrating
