Page 296 of Call Me Baby 2: Side B

I taste myself on his shaky exhale.

Sweet. Ocean-air light.

Morning-fuck filthy.

“Good fuckin’ mornin’, baby,” he murmurs.

My smile breaks,

pressing up against his.

“YO, ALLIE! Why you got Darryl buried in the dirt of this—this plant pot?!” Celie shouts from the kitchen. “He grounded or some shit? The poor bastard’s lookin’ at me like ‘help me!’”

Sat, Dec 14 12:46 PM

Andrew

Andrew. Need you now.

I'm all yours. Five minutes out

6:32 PM

Need you now.

Omw

Mon, Dec 16 12:26 PM

Need you now.

Perfect. It's lunchtime and I'm hungry

5:26 PM

Need you now.

Fucking same

Drew. All I want is you.

Only you. All the time.

His eyes drop to his phone under the bar.

the moment he reads it,

He lowers the Jim Beam,

his mouth twitching around a smile,

face heating, pink flooding his ears.

He glances around to see if anybody noticed.

Yeah? Only me?

Then tell me where my girl is