Henry pulled out the cigarette from his mouth and put it out on the ashtray that was on the table. He then relaxed into the comfort of the sofa, his eyes accessing her.
“What’s that on your neck?” he noticed the small blister that was on her porcelain white skin, so he asked curiously as he opened another pack of cigar and singled out one but he didn’t light it. Chloe’s hands followed the movement of his eyes and she touched the bloated slightly busted part on her neck.
“It’s a hickey.” She answered tightlipped and embarrassed. “The one you gave me.”
He grinned.
“They look good on you; I consider giving you another one.”
Chloe’s phone rang and his eyes narrowed in disapproval.
“I’m sorry, I’ll just take this one, and it is my mom.” He gestured for her to answer defeatedly, while h
