Page 535 of Call Me Baby 2: Side B

Shit. Andrew told him about the rap.

I deliver a dead glare at Andrew, and he chokes on his Coke. “Nah, nah,” he waves it off, “I was just sayin’ how impressed I am by you. That’s it.” He lifts a finger at Ty. “He don’t pull a quadruple easy like that.”

Ty turns his head slow back to Andrew, eyes squinting. “Can’t even defend myself ‘cause technically you right.”

Then by 11:30,

the music’s turned up,

the tension’s rising,

the countdown’s sneaking closer.

I glance back over my shoulder.

Andrew’s still on the couch, except now, Gemma’s basically crawling over him as if trying to hear Linc over the music.

‘Cause obviously she wants him

(based on nothing).

Doesn’t mean I don’t support women

(away from him).

Andrew’s sunk back, relaxed,

one elbow on the arm of the couch.

When his eyes find mine across the deck, string lights glow across his face, his intense gaze smolders over the rim of his drink.

Gemma tips her chin to Andrew, says something, and when Andrew responds, her eyes make a trip to his mouth.

And the sick part is⁠—

as long as she doesn’t touch him,

as long as he doesn’t touch her⁠—

it makes me feral for him.

The other sick part is, Andrew knows it.

He knows my blood gets hot when women think they have a shot, when they lean close, think maybe, maybe, maybe…

then when he tells them no.

Disgusting foreplay kink I got.

It’s not jealousy, I swear.

It’s him choosing me publicly.

Gemma cups her hand around her mouth, leaning into Andrew to whisper in his ear, closing the inches between them⁠—

When Andrew pulls back.

He presses his tongue into his cheek, cutting off his grin and shaking his head.