Page 111 of Call Me Baby 2: Side B

Then—

“Yo.” He laughs, eyes wide. “I gotta be real fuckin’ drunk right now, hearin’ shit.”

He looks around.

Grabs the bottle of wine.

“The fuck did they put in this?”

“Andrew—”

His eyes slam into mine again,

and he points at the bottle.

“You say this shit’s from Oregon?”

I pry the bottle out of his hand,

set it down behind him.

Then I take both his wrists, lift his arms,

and trap his hands behind his head,

pinning them there as I move in closer,

pressing my tits against his chest.

His body melts under me,

head tipping back onto the ledge,

eyes staying locked on mine.

“Cristo santo…

“Questa è roba da pazzi…”

My breath ghosts up his neck and hovers beside his ear. “Tell me right now, can I touch you?”

His throat works around a swallow.

“Yeah… Jesus, yeah…”

He licks his lips, nods.

“I’d fuckin’ die for your hands on me.”

I flatten my hand over his rising chest,

feeling his heart race beneath my palm,

then drag all the way down,

a slow descent,

dipping under the water,