Page 239 of Call Me Baby 2: Side B

Until she's leaning over him,

gripping the back of the couch.

Her tits are inches from his face,

and with only an inch between them,

Andrew’s mouth follows the line of her throat. “And you sayin’ you got me, huh?”

In that moment,

for a fleeting second,

I’m staring right at him,

with no idea who he is.

I tell myself that he’s playing, that it’s all reverse psychology. That he’s doing what it takes to make me break first.

But he’s good.

I’m starting to question

which Andrew is true.

Mine or theirs.

Cold stones crawl up from the pit of my stomach, piling high into my chest.

Andrew’s ravenous eyes flare to mine as she pulls away, his fingers drumming the edge of the couch, as if he’s considering how far is too far.

“What do you think, man?” He leans forward, head swinging to Honor. “I take one, you take the other?” He pops a brow. “Give Baby a show. I mean, Benchwarmer’s right. “We deserve a little fun too before we lock in, don’t we?”

Honor shifts, adjusting his gym shorts. “This is fuckin’ crazy…” he says, searching my face again.

I don’t know what he sees.

My expression feels strained, loaded,

seconds from bursting at the seams.

“Which one you thinkin’?” Andrew asks him. “‘Cause I’m into this lil freak right here.”

As the chorus returns,

Gia spins in the middle of the room,

then her knees hit the floor.

She crawls forward, arching her spine,

nipples scraping cold marble,

thighs sliding open

as she grinds forward.

Every drumbeat seduces her movements, every light’s strobing across her skin, craving to touch her.