The Talk

Nikki POV

I woke in the morning with sunlight streaming through the window and a heavy warm arm thrown over me. As I tried to remove the arm it tightened around me. “Just where do you think you’re going, Little Bee?” Frankie’s husky baritone voice came from behind me. I wiggled a bit and managed to turn to face him, “The bathroom Frankie. Most people use it first thing in the morning.” I giggled and kissed his nose. He lifted his arm for me to make my escape and called out as I was entering the bathroom, “We still need to talk after you are done.”

Yeah we needed to talk, but how much do I say right now? Do I choose my words carefully and let him go slowly? Or do I just word vomit and tell him everything now? I don’t want to hurt him, but how do I tell him that I have lost faith in the Moon Goddess and I am hurting so bad right now that I need to leave.

By the time I have finished my business, washed my face, combed my hair and brushed my teeth I decided I am going to do this passi