Page 517 of Call Me Baby 2: Side B

And for the next two minutes and twenty-two seconds, we make out at the Rockefeller Lookout. Like the last thing either of us wants is to separate.

After, he leans forward,

cracks the window an inch,

letting the cold air spill inside

and lick our skin.

He falls back,

eyes hooded as he looks at me,

pushing sweaty strands off my cheek,

wanting to see all of me.

“Allison,” he says, voice dipping.

“If you ever leave me after this,

“I’m gonna fuckin’ die.

“Just so you know.”

It’s not until later,

until after we arrive back at his house,

until after we sink heavy in his bed,

until after Andrew falls asleep,

that I realize…

I never threw up.