Page 508 of Call Me Baby 2: Side B

he turns to look at me.

“You ever come across someone and just… know? Like your bones fuckin’ recognize ‘em?”

I can’t answer.

So I nod.

And then he nods.

“Yeah. That’s you.”

I smile stupid.

He done romanced me, and now,

it don't think no more, my brain.

It be feelings in me where the thinking used to was.

It don't be thoughts.

It be Andrew.

So I sit, shiver, and stare at him,

when my brain goes,

ooh, ooh I got something:

“‘Cause we're the first soulmates ever.”

His head falls back into the headrest.

“I was drunk that night.”

My head tilts, disappointed. “So we’re not the original soulmates anymore?”

His blush turns crimson in the dark.

“Why’re you doin’ this to me right now? I got you the Firebird, the skyline, tryin’ to be romantic.”

I sigh long, feigning disappointment.

“Either we are, or we’re not.”

“Yeah,” he chuckles, biting his lip.

“You and me, the original soulmates.

“The reason we keep messin' this up.”

Sick of the distance between us,

he reaches across the gap,

one hand tight around my hip,

the other scooping up my thigh,