When I entered my apartment after my therapy, I felt much lighter. I had gone over everything that had happened since Nick came back, and it felt good to just rant and vent to someone. It wasn't like I could talk about Nick to anyone else.
I closed the door after me and noticed that the man was gone from my floor. Searching around with my eyes, I found him tied up to a kitchen chair, and Nick was standing with his arms crossed, glaring at him. I c****d a brow and cleared my throat to make myself known. Only then did Nick notice me.
"How was it?" he asked and moved away from the man, who was just sitting there with his head hung low. He didn't look like he was awake.
"It was good," I said with a smile. I didn't offer any details, because it was personal.
"What did you talk about?" h
