Nina’s POV:
Bang!
I slammed the door open. “Where is she? Where is the fat lady!”
Neilson came out looking exceptionally unattractively attractive. His hair was midlevel, bags under his eyes indicating he hasn’t been sleeping, wearing black sweats without a shirt showing off his rock hard abs, with tattoos running all over them.
Neilson had always been a nice guy, so people are quite surprised knowing he had tattoos. He doesn’t have many tattoos, but a good amount. When I was younger, I would ask him why he got them, but he always manages to avoid my question.
“I’m starting to think exchanging keys is a bad idea,” Neilson said. He looks at the hole in the wall that I created merely seconds ago.
I waved off the damaged property. “Where is she?”
Neilson ran his fingers throu
