Page 208 of Call Me Baby 2: Side B

Andrew’s laugh,

lust-struck smiles tossed across the felt,

the new contract signed,

then the forehead kiss to seal it.

Now it’s all been wiped away.

All that’s left is a storm in his jaw,

thunder in our chests,

panic in our lungs.

Everything in him’s shaking.

Everything in me is, too.

My thighs are crushed tight, trying to cage the heat from burning a hole in the seat. Sweat’s gathering at the back of my neck, slipping down my spine. And there’s a tremor in my fingers from holding myself back. The urge to find my clit and spread the heatwave into a climax is only screaming louder.

I’m losing it,

losing it,

and the space between us becomes fatal.

My body’s furiously sobbing⁠—

Give me to him or I’ll fucking perish.

I need him closer,

until I can’t take it anymore.

I peel out of my seat,

gradual at first, then all at once,

climbing across the cabin.

Instantly, his head snaps, eyes leaping from the window and crashing into mine, both hands catching my hips as I sink into his lap.

Under me, his thighs jolt as I straddle him, my knees digging into the leather at his sides.

His breath stutters hot against my cheek.

Then he can’t even look at me. His eyes leave mine, frantic, darting across the cabin as sweat dots his temples.

I hate seeing him like this,

that Hunter got inside his head.

All ten of his fingers are biting into my skin, pulling me closer, closer, daring the night to fucking try pulling me away. As if he’s still fighting off ghosts I can’t see.

His pulse hammers in his neck,

telling him to breathe, Andrew, breathe.