"You gave me hickeys, Jackson," I trudged out the bathroom, gripping the towel with one hand. My chest was full of hickeys.
Jackson only smiled proudly, looking at me up and down. "Yeah, and I think they look great too," I gaped at him.
"Jackson, this is going to show. It's-"
"Then let it," he said placing his iPad down on the bed. "They need to know you're taken. By a hickey monster," he said.
"Terrible name by the name. I think the whole country knows we're together by now," I pointed out.
"Well, some people are still ignorant then," he argued. "Do you know how much I hate it when people look at you like they want to eat you?"
"Huh? You do that too," I pointed out. He stood up, walking over to me in deliberate steps. I swallowed hard, blinking. "I don't get why you're bothered
