Page 467 of Call Me Baby 2: Side B

“Sono fottuto… I know it.”

His forehead melts into mine.

“Non me ne frega un cazzo.”

And then he kisses me.

Intense. Wild. Hot.

“Fottuto da te. Non c’è via d’uscita.”

His voice breaks against my mouth, the sound of water hailing down on tile trying to drown his words.

But they can’t.

They can’t.

I clutch his face,

trying to stop the world from spinning.

He doesn’t stop.

“Se mi lasci entrare,

“giuro che non me ne andrò mai.”

Another kiss.

Slower this time.

Deeper.

Then, almost begging⁠—

low, possessive, raw⁠—

“I’ll stay fucked…

“se significa che posso tenerti.”

His words echo in my chest,

our roots digging deeper,

tying us into knots.

“Whatever you just said...” I rasp into his mouth, “don’t take it back.”

He grins against my lips.

“Never.”

He shakes his head.

“I’ll never.”

Then he’s kissing me harder.