Page 57 of Call Me Baby 2: Side B

mouths bumping,

lips brushing warm.

Until he kisses the corner of my mouth.

It’s soft. Gentle.

Barely there.

Then he moves to my top lip,

where it slows,

draws out.

His lips roam unhurried,

his fingers slipping into my hair

as he draws me in

and kisses me again.

Our lips slide,

sedating,

lingering,

a faint drag of his bottom lip between mine, pulling heat.

He exhales through his nose,

hot air hitting my cheek.

And his lips part,

taking more,

pulling me into him,

holding our kiss.

Soft, softer, and so fucking slow.

He moans before I draw back.

“Sonny…”

Then he’s just…

staring at me.

“I look at you…

“and I get so full,

“and it’s, like⁠—