delaying the disappointment,
proving I’m not desperate.
Then I grab it.
(551) 233-1980:
Still wildly into you
11 /RIGHT FOR ME
THE TESKEY BROTHERS
// NOV 07, 9:35 PM - PENTHOUSE - UPPER EAST SIDE, NYC //
The phone’s on speaker, balancing on the edge of the ottoman, begging to be knocked off. Celie’s in the middle of an intervention while I stare into my closet like it’s going to hand me a set of balls on a hanger.
“So… you gonna tell Six-Point-Five?”
I sigh. “No.”
“Allison.”
“What?”
I whip a boot across the room.
“You think I’m showin’ up to a first date like,
“‘Hey, Andrew.
“Here’s a legally binding sex contract sayin’ you get me off and shut the fuck up about feelings. Oh, and heads up—I live with a guy who eats me out to pay his rent.’”
“Girl. You made my boy Xavier sign a whole-ass contract just to catch a ride in your Benz.”
I freeze mid-throw,
a sneaker dangling from my fingers.
Then I toss it anyway. Harder.
“Bro, Xavier caught feelings for the chick at Jiffy Lube. Me drivin’ him six blocks? He’d be planning our wedding by the first stop sign. Contract was the least I could do.”
Celie's exhale crackles through the speaker.
“So—what? You gonna make this boy fall for you, then hit him with the Baby Contract, complete with the no-penetration clause he can’t even sign 'cause his dick exceeds the cap?”
God, she's such a drama queen.
“Listen. If we’re throwing love into the mix,
“then he’d look into penile reduction surgery.”
I heard it out loud.
It still checks out.
“Allie, I’m gonna need you to go outside.
