Page 473 of Call Me Baby 2: Side B

He nudges my nose with his.

“You’re sure, huh? How you so sure?”

“I’m addicted to the climax,

“but with you, I fight it.

“‘Cause I never want it to end.”

His face breaks, his eyes fall heavy.

“You’re all of it,” I tell him. “Since day one, Drew… the climax is the consequence of us, not the goal. And that’s how I know.”

His lips twitch, a grin threatening,

his fingers tangling in my wet hair,

curling into my scalp.

Then he kisses me fiercely and far-gone,

fucks into me deep and desperate,

water pounding down on us,

the steam fogging around us,

until we’re two piles of nothing but feeling.

“Stop, Allison. Stop.

“I ain’t fuckin’ movin’, so just stop!”

I give up, the door hanging open, and my knees crash into tile as I hurry to lift the lid. The taste of vomit burns up my throat, my eyes straining, but it’s all dry heaving from eating nothing all day.

Andrew crouches down behind me,

gathers my wet hair off my face,

pulls it back into a hair tie,

his knee knocking against my side.

Then his face falls into the middle of my back, right between my shoulder blades.

“My stubborn fuckin’ girl⁠—

“Mi fai impazzire, you know that?

“You drive me fuckin’ crazy.

“Tryin’ t’puke your guts out and push me away all at once. That’s insane, baby—io resto. I stay.”

He presses a kiss between my shoulders.

“I’m yours the whole way through.”

I groan, sitting back on my heels,