Tamsy was your boyfriend for five months. He was very spoiled he loved when you carried him to bed and loved feeling like you were only sweet-talking to him.

He was throwing a tantrum again—you knew how he got if you weren't treating him special. He wasn't like that with anyone but you. He loved the way you looked at him, how your voice changed when you said his name; sometimes he'd spend hours unconsciously talking about you to his friends.