Emma's POV
“ Uhmm Emma?” John called out to me.
“Hmmm,” I replied, glancing towards him.
“What are these on your neck?” he asked, his eyes trailing over my neck.
“Hickeys of course. What else would it be?” I said absentmindedly. I'm much more concerned about the boys than what is on my…neck? I stilled when I noticed the room was in silence. My eyes widen in realization. What did I just say?
“Okay, someone has gotten audacious,” he said, his voice filled with amusement. I slowly turn towards him.
“Forget I said anything?” I whisper pleadingly, even though I doubt he will.
“Hell no. You have to tell me everything about these hickeys on your neck,” he probes impatiently. I tried to get up and run away, but he pulled me back to the chair immediately.
“Don't even dare leave me hanging
