“I’ll stick around as long as you want, Bambs,” Frankie says, looking down and working hard to hide his emotions as he says this. Then he quickly grabs a French fry and throws it at me. “As long as you stop snoring so loudly while you sleep –“ I burst out laughing, grabbing the fry and eating it,

I go on stage three times that night, and each time afterwards men beg me for a private dance. But I just laugh and shrug, telling them that’s not my style, but even as I say it I bite my lip a little, letting them think that maybe they can convince me. It works, too, because each of these men crowd

Suddenly, as Frankie just watches me quietly, waiting for me to tell him what I want, I sigh in frustration, kind of pissed at him for putting all of these stupid choices on my shoulders. “Frank!” I growl, my teeth together a bit as I pull my leg up and give him a soft kick with my bare foot.“Ow!”

We take a bus to the airport, disembarking not at the departures terminal but instead at the cargo terminal. I hoist the backpack higher on my shoulder and glance up at Frankie as the bus drives away without us.“So, I take it we’re not flying first class?”He smirks at me, slipping his arm around m