She was just about to beg ---- ask him pathetically if he could just, for once, not push her away. But thankfully, before she could get any of the words out, he was pulling the covers aside, giving her room to slip in next to him. ❝ Thanks, ❞ She murmured, slipping in and curling up in the space provided, letting her eyes close for a moment to regain her bearings. The holidays are always hard. Bonnie always travels, Elena spends them with family and whichever Salvatore she’s chosen for the month. And ever since her mom died, she’s been mostly alone. ❝ How’d your date with that guy go? ❞