"Your advice worked a little too well, Coraline. He's so well-behaved now," I chuckled, thinking about how things had changed between Frankie and me. Recently, I'd been able to see the softer, shyer side of Frankie more. We'd been going on dates and having sex non-stop for days on end. I learned so many things about him now that my mind was clear enough to accept him fully. Like the fact that he has a secret love of small dogs, or that he's actually right behind me in academics—just two placements apart. Frankie is a hopeless romantic, to the point where I sometimes wanted to barf, and he's really bad at watching horror and gore movies.
"Oh, didn't I tell you all those things would get him to become yours? I'm only talking from experience," Coraline said as she flipped her hair.
"I think he's catching on, though," I admitted, feeling a twinge of unease.
