Page 288 of Call Me Baby 2: Side B

“…The fuck you just call me?” Jaw tight, he yanks the sheet over his hips, clutching it like a scandalized housewife.

I groan,

pulling my hands up to cover my face,

feeling the heat of his stare.

I peek between my fingers.

Two navy eyes are aimed right at me.

“Six-Point-Five?” he spits. “That’s what you’re tellin’ people about me?” His eyes dart back to Celie. “You even know my name, or nah?”

Celie blinks again,

afraid to say anything.

Andrew looks back at me, wild.

“She know who I am, or just what I’m packin’?” He’s staring at me with wounded eyes, like I stripped his worth down to his dick size.

And I’m not gonna lie⁠—

if it wasn’t crack-ass of dawn,

it’d break my heart a little.

But it is the crack-ass of dawn.

My head’s pounding.

Little Death’s strangling my clit.

All I want is one big goddamn orgasm

and a cup of joe.

Das it.

“Calm down. She knows your name,” I mutter, rolling my eyes, “Celie. Say his name.”

Her face blanks.

Her body stiffens, eyes stuck wide.

Then her eyes fall to the broom in her hand. “Mm… wouldya look at that?

“No Hunter here.

“Lemme just… put this back.”

My eyes shut as Celie exits the room,

door slamming behind her.

Silence swells. The room exhales.

Andrew’s still upright, breathing heavy,