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 lose her, I don't know what I'll f*****g do with myself.
I'm lost without that woman. Lost.
When I walk through the entrance that leads to the main deck, my steps slow as I look around. It's almost like sense knocks into me—what am I doing? I have to give her time to process all of this. I just
