Cross Drop

Nikki I'm not a saint. Never claimed to be. I've played the game and scored my fair share-both on and off the field. This is why I should have known better than to fall for a hockey player. But I did. I fell fast and hard. Now I'm left with the painful consequences, reminded every day of how reckless I had been by giving him my heart so easily-so willingly. Dalt broke me in the cruelest of ways, and because of him, I'll never be able to love again. Dalt Nikki changed me. She made me want to be a better man. My days playing off the ice were over because she owned every little piece of my heart...until she left, leaving behind a gnawing ache where my heart used to be. Now she's back, and it's painfully clear she hates me, ignoring me, pretending like I'm nobody to her. But that's just too damn bad. I want answers. I want a goddamn explanation. And most of all...I want her.