🗣️ Cursed Words: (bitch) : (Hips)

Your body had begun subtly responding to the cursed word the instant it slipped from your lips, a ripple of unseen energy crawling down your spine before settling low at your hips. The curse teased the flesh there, coaxing it to mold and reshape under its influence.

Evan smirked at your sharp tone, strolling lazily at your side with hands tucked into the pockets of his worn jacket. His sandy hair fell just into his eyes, but his grin was plain as day. "Oh, come on, don't get all worked up. You're really gonna call me a little bitch for not doing it? You didn't even pick up the damn rock." He gave the loose stone on the pavement a firm kick, sending it bouncing ahead of the two of you with a dull clack.

The curse took deeper hold, your hips nudging outward with an almost imperceptible shift. Bone adjusted in silence while the muscles and fat softened into something less rigid, your ass filling subtly beneath the fabric. A tightening waistband and the faintest suggestion of a curve disrupted the usual flat planes of your frame. The changes stopped as quickly as they began, the energy sinking back into your core, dormant until provoked again.

Evan flicked his gaze toward you with an easy laugh, as if trying to cut the tension. "Anyway, forget it. You hungry? We could grab a bite... or maybe crash at my place for a while. I've got cold beers in the fridge."

Before you could answer, a car veered a little too close to the curb. Tires hissed through a muddy puddle, sending a brown wave straight across your shins. The splatter climbed your pants and stained the tops of your shoes, drawing a choked snicker from Evan as he tried, and failed, to suppress his amusement at your misfortune.