Dirty Curve

by Meagan Brandy

She’s fire, I know it, and call me a fuckin’ pyro ‘cause, goddamn if I don’t crave the flame.

Tutor Girl doesn’t have a man, but she ain’t free. She’s mine. Or she will be. She just doesn’t know it yet.

I can’t fall for Tobias Cruz, a little voice in the back of my head whispers, but a wiser, louder one replies with, you already have.

“Table for one or is your date coming?” “Nah, she couldn’t make it.” I shrug, bringing myself closer to her. “She’s working at this little burger joint in town.”

“I don’t like the idea of you being out at night alone, so I made sure you weren’t.” “Lots of people walk home alone at night.” “I don’t want you to be one of them.”

“Go feed your girl, little mama.” I spin and walk out. I’ll be back to feed mine.

“Let me be someone that matters to you, ‘cause, you matter to me, Tutor Girl. Both of you do.” “You do matter, Tobias,” she whispers.