Nanny for the Neighbors

by Lily Gold

No one says anything. I look up. All three men are staring at me, their eyes wide. I blink. “What?” “She’s a witch,” Cyrus says faintly. “What the hell. She’s been crying for about six hours straight. Are you saying all we had to do is pick her up?”

“I don’t fancy her,” I protest. “Say her name without blushing.” I open my mouth, then snap it shut again.

Jack’s hand shoots out and wraps around my wrist, keeping me in place. “I have a crush on you,” he blurts out.

“Quick,” someone hisses. “Oh my God, they’re so cute. Get a picture.” “Don’t,” Seb’s voice warns.

“Holy shit, Seb,” she mumbles. “You’re a freaking nuclear weapon.”