Page 187 of Call Me Baby 2: Side B

We haven’t even gotten to the good part.

But I know in the end,

this is going to hurt like a bitch.

45 / KISS YOUR PAST GOOD-BYE

AEROSMITH

// CLAUSES THIRTEEN & FOURTEEN //

With no more solids left on the table, Andrew misses the eight.

Had to have been on purpose…

nobody shanks that shot sober.

I squint at him.

“You tryin’ to lose, Jersey?”

He shrugs unbothered,

grabbing his glass from the table.

I drag the cue back, watch my last two stripes sink back-to-back.

The eight’s begging for it, sitting wide open. “Corner pocket,” I call, tapping the cue against the edge.

Andrew watches, arms crossed,

fingers tracing his bottom lip.

I lean in and go for the kill shot,

cue cutting hard into the eight.

It rolls,

then rims out,

clinging to the table’s edge.

A miss, victory flipping me off, but I still got two more clauses in my name.

I stand and walk around him, close enough for my shoulder to brush his shadow. “Clause,” I say. “Prohibited—any act where my body’s used for your pleasure.”

Coke and lime trace his breath as he looks down at me, his fingers wrapping tighter around the cue.

“This includes no oral on you,” I say for only him to hear. “No hands during oral on me, always behind your back.

“No touching yourself in front of me.

“No kissing.

“And no intercourse.”

I stop myself too late.