Page 362 of Call Me Baby 2: Side B

Teddy, piano-bar pretty love of my life.

I reach across the bar.

“Andrew, give me your hand.”

“No, I don’t trust your ass.”

I force out a tight laugh,

then follow it with a sweet smile.

“Andrew. Give me your hand.

“Now. Please,” I hiss.

He does, not wanting to look like a jealous dipshit.

Then I hold my hand out to Teddy,

hoping he takes it.

He does.

And his hand hurts-good in mine, like⁠—

Mmm... yes, right there.

That knot.

That’s the spot.

And then I’m holding both their hands.

And they both feel warm, right—fuck.

My chest gets woozy. My skin goes hot.

My body does this small, sick flutter,

ready to whore herself out.

Teddy glances down at our hands.

Then at Andrew.

Then at me.

“Alright,” he mumbles.

“This is… strange.”

I snap out of it.

Let them go.

“Your participation is appreciated.”

Andrew drops his head, shaking it,