Dirty Curve

by Meagan Brandy

“So, which is it? She free or taken?” Running my tongue along my teeth, I let out a heaving breath and turn to face him once more. “She definitely ain’t free.” Echo gets what I’m saying, and his lips slowly begin to curve. 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 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.” She opens her mouth but closes it just as quickly. “I’ll pick you up every night I can, if you let me.” A grin slips over me. “And if you don’t, it’ll be like the first night, and I’ll follow you anyway.”

“I didn’t mean to assume anything and you don’t owe me an explanation.” Meyer’s tone is pleading, as if she’s begging me not to speak. “We’re—” “Say friends, I dare you.”