Olandria likes what she has with Taylor, but she feels like she's missing something. Maybe Nic can help her figure it out. (Nicolandria fanfic bc I am a writer with freewill. Also available on ao3 :p)

"A lot of girls like bad boys, but that's not really my type. I love me a gentle ass man." "One like me?" Nic asked with a grin splattered on his face as he looked at Olandria. She turned to him, starting into his eyes--they were quite pretty eyes, and squeezed her face in a 'be serious' way. "You not a gentleman, in fact you everything but one." She laughed. "But I could be, for the right girl I mean" He shrugged, moving closer to her. "And you think I'm the right girl?" "Not think. Know."