Maybe that's why his affection score never budged from 10.

I couldn't keep butting heads with him like before.

So I put my feet down, sat up straight as can be, and said in my sweetest voice: "Andr..." Not enough. I doubled down, "Andrew."

Andrew Brook's face twisted like he'd seen a ghost. He grabbed my collar and told me to get out.

I held onto his waist with all my might.

Go ahead, pull harder. Make my collar even ...