NICOLE

I'm drop-dead tired by the time I reach the penthouse.

Roman rushes toward me before I even have time to exhale. He's dressed in a gray cotton t-shirt and sweatpants. His hair is disheveled, and oddly enough, this reminds me of Sebastian and how he looked not half an hour ago.

"I'm sorry," he says right away before trying to kiss me on the lips. I give him my cheek instead, and this is instinctive. Roman tenses but doesn't comment.

I'm not trying to cause problems, but I kind of ...