Last night she was all talk and no action. Suddenly she's calling my bluff less than twelve hours later?
"You wanted a peek?" I repeat.
"Is it even big enough to see?"
I figured calling her a fucking tease was over the line, but here she is, proving my point yet again.
"Okay, let's get this over with," I threaten with a breath of impatience and begin to undo my towel.
She doesn't stop me when there's no longer any fabric bunched around my torso. The towel hangs loose and all I would need to do is drop it to the floor to expose my lower half.
Her eyes are on mine and it's a staring competition, no blinking allowed.
Time crawls to a stop, and my fingertips slowly release the terry cloth fabric as it drops in slow motion.
"Wait!" Amelia screams as my towel hits the floor.
She shrieks, no time left to prepare her for the glorious sight of my eight-inch dick…that's hiding behind my boxer shorts.
She's cognizant of the prank I pulled on her, keeping my briefs on beneath my towel just for the sake of driving her wild.
"You think I'd go flashing my goods after what happened last night?" I ask with a scoff. "The only way you're ever seeing me naked is—"
"Theo, put some clothes on for heaven's sake," my mom reprimands at the top of the stairs. "What are you doing?"
I collect the towel off the floor, and because Amelia is a smart girl, she doesn't run into her bedroom to imply something happened between us.
Instead, she stands her ground to ensure we are above suspicion.
"Theo got this weird rash from the Jacuzzi last night. See all over his front?"
My mom rushes over like the typical concerned mother she is. "Oh my dear, how did you get those?"
"We can't figure it out." She watches my mom hover her fingertips over the bruises.
Trying not to flinch because I'm still delicate to the touch, I smirk at Amelia as my mom acts like a dermatologist.
"Are you itchy, honey? Or sore? You might want to take a Tylenol. Do you feel okay?"
She places her palm on my forehead, and okay, now I'm a little embarrassed she's babying me in front of Amelia.
"I feel fine, Mom."
"You sure? Want me to make you some soup?"
"I'll be fine. Gus is coming to pick up the Mustang soon so I need to get ready to meet with him."
"Are you selling it?" Amelia asks, like it's any of her business. Like she even cares about that car.
"No, I'm getting it repaired. They're towing it to their shop to do the work there."
"Theo, get dressed and keep an eye on that rash, will you?"
"Yes, Moth-er," I enunciate as I walk back to my room.
I catch Amelia's eyes before she cowers behind her bedroom door, and I mouth, "We're not done yet."
I'monthevergeof a panic attack as I close my door.
