Blossom 🌸

SIXTEEN 🌸

"I'm not your girlfriend." He froze for a second, a mix of anger, hurt and confusion dressed his face but then he wiped them all away with a small smile and headed to the closet. I watched him take out a white robe and slippers, each with the hotel logo embroidered on.

Someone knocked on the door and I prayed silently that the staff had seen sense, realised we were teenagers with a stolen credit card.

"The Mac computer you requested Sir." Arlo took it and slammed the door in the bellboys face. He fired up the computer and scrolled through an airlines website.

I watched as he booked two first class tickets to Las Vegas, he was an unstoppable force of chaos and destruction - like an earthquake.

"Done, we leave in the morning." He closed the lid and pulled his phone out of his pocket. It was on silent but I caught wind of the screen before he tossed it aside.

'Dad calling.'

He disappeared behind the bar and fixed two drinks, I have no idea what they were but he swallowed it down instantly and then gestured for me to take the second one.

"No thank you." I politely declined and he shrugged, tipping the second one down his throat.

"Let's get some music on, make this a real party." He flicked through his phone and then hooked it up to a speaker system throughout the suite.

It was loud music and he kept turning the volume higher. "Dance with me Fearne." He grabbed my arms and started spinning me around, just like he did in performing arts class.

"Arlo stop, we're gonna get complaints." I begged. He climbed up onto a table and continued dancing.

He swirled his hips around and sung to the music. His moves were erotic and I couldn't help but giggle to myself at his dance moves.

"Ahh, what was that? Was that a smile?" He teased. I shook my head and wiped any trace of fun away from my lips. He started stripping his clothes off in sync with the music and nervousness started fluttering up inside of me.

"W-what are you doing?" I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks and I wanted to look away, I just couldn't seem to take my eyes off of him.

He threw each item of clothing at me until he got down to his boxer shorts. Then he teased the waistband, lowering it at the hips slightly, revealing a yellow something on his shaved pubic area.

"What's that?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me. He jumped down from the table and shut off the music before walking over to me and grabbing my hand.

"That is" he used my fingers to pull down the waistband of his boxer shorts, revealing the full picture. "A tattoo."

I gasped, beneath my palm, hidden behind the material of his underwear I could feel him. He stepped back and the elastic pinged to his skin once more. I processed what I had just felt and seen.

"Pinocchio." I worded quietly.

"My uncle Zak owns a male strip club and I used to spend hours there as a kid watching them practice the dances. I would put on my own show, it was terrible but I would make all my family watch and throw me dollar notes." He laughed to himself.

"I'm gonna go shower before the massage lady comes." He disappeared into the bathroom and my eyes fixated on his phone screen.

'Uncle Liam calling.'

I could hear the running water and Arlo singing. I bit into my finger nail, contemplating answering the phone but it rang off. Seconds later the screen illuminated again.