The Wanderers: Nameless - Book One

by Nikki Robb

You always hear people say that they wished they had enjoyed the people they lost a little more before they were gone. Wished that they’d loved them harder, appreciated them deeper, or made the most of the time that they had. Not me. I don’t have a single regret about how I loved her. She was my everything, and I made every single second with her count. So no, I don’t wish I had loved her harder, I wished I could have loved her longer.

“Sup?”

How is it that it took me a century to feel comfortable in my body, but only a second to feel so at home in hers?

craved the mundane with her.

I don’t want to hear you blame a woman for a man’s actions ever