leaning into his hip,
leaning into the verse,
and the whole fuckin’ crowd goes still,
leaning into their next breath.
“Don’t gotta act dumb.
“I see the way you’re watching him.”
She’s still talking, sipping her drink.
“You want him. It’s fine. Everyone does.
“I’m not worried.”
She tips her head toward the stage,
possession in her smile, as if he’s hers.
“Thing about Andrew?
“He don’t like to be tied down.
“He don’t like rules.
“Bein’ told what to do.
“That kinda shit.”
She shrugs with the straw between her teeth.
“So I let him have his fun.
“Let them have their lil moment with him.
“Play pretend. Hook up. Don’t bother me.”
She’s got history with him, moments.
She probably knows the way his hair sticks when he sweats during sex.
“No couple is perfect. But he’s mine. Always been. Even back when he didn’t know it.” She nudges her pointed chin at thestage. “No girl’s gonna wedge between us. Not now, not ever. I promise you that.”
Then she flips her hair in my face
and stomps off.
My eyes? Wide.
My face? Straight 14th Street statue.
She really thinks they’re a thing.
Same way Red Lips thought they were.
Same way Elle thought they were.
