Burnouts

Another One Opens

Scene 1: The Helmsley Hotel

Heather Blakely

"Hey, butterfly," Leo hesitantly peeks into the room, "are you awake?"

"Yes," I smile, "come here."

"How you feeling?"

"A little hungover."

Leo climbs into the bed with me, and I sit up.

"Aw," he smiles, "you wear my shirt to sleep?"

"On occasion..."

"What was the occasion?"

"You weren't here, and it was the second-best thing."

Leo looks down to avoid smiling again. "I'll give you some more."

"You're going to let me steal all of your clothes?"

He nods, "I like how you look in them." I pull him closer to encourage him to kiss me. He does before pulling back, "And how you look with them off."

"Such a romantic," I laugh and lightly push him away.

Leo chuckles and casually licks his lips. I know it's just so they won't be dry, and yet I still find it incredibly alluring.

"What's going on with your parents?" He asks and draws my attention back to his eyes.

"Oh, someone stole my dad's checkbook and cleared fifty thousand dollars in the name of a charity foundation."

Leo's eyes widen. "Fifty fucking K?"

"He's not worried about the money, he just wants to know who did it."

"Then I guess it's a good thing that he thinks I'm not that stupid."

"Did he say that?"

"Yeah, no hello or nothing, just he's not that stupid."

I cover my face in shame. "It would be too much for me to ask that you take that as a sign he doesn't dislike you."

"Nah, we're cool. Soon enough, we'll be golfing or something."

"Do not go golfing with my dad."

"Why not?" He laughs. "We can talk about you."

"Exactly."

"He'll say you're smart, beautiful, and can do way better than me. I'll agree but let him know I'm compensating for it by giving you shirts and dick."

"Leo!"

"I wouldn't make it home from that golfing trip," he says deviously.

"No, you wouldn't," I cringe at the thought, "Oh, my god."

"Not gonna lie— I'm tempted to have that conversation."

"You have a death wish," I scold.

"Think so?"

"Yes, which makes me scared to ask about your night."

He smirks, "it was...alright. Yours?"

"The same."

"You went to a club your friend opened and it was just alright?"

"Well, you didn't elaborate."

"I was at Jordan's, not a club." Leo playfully rolls his eyes when I don't falter. "There was a bad round of truth or dare, hot peppers, and drunk freshmen."

"A weird combination of things, go on."

"Nope, your turn."

"Fine. There was..." I think of how I could sum everything up, "shots, table dancing, and moral debates."