ROMAN

Watching Nikki walk away from me stuffs me with all sorts of negative feelings that get my feet moving before I can even stop myself.

I'm going after her.

I take several steps toward the stairs and even charge down them. My fists are clenched and I have this desire to hammer my words into her body, one stroke at a time. Why can't she understand? Why isn't she listening to me?

Despair isn't a good look on me. I'm not used to not getting my way. But it's more than that with Nikki—if I ...