The woman immediately pulled down her shirt, abandoning the thought of stripping. “I just have the feel of changing my clothes,” she sniffed and looked away.
He approached her and eyed the turtleneck shirt hung on the chair. Then, he glanced back at her. He spotted a few hickeys on the nape of her neck. It was visible to the eyes because she wore a round neck shirt.
‘Oh, she wanted to cover the marks,’ he thought. But, he won’t let her hide them!
“Then, honey, what should I do with mine?” He pointed to his neck, which was littered with hickeys as well. The red colour was in contrast to his fair skin.
Jennet froze when she saw the hickeys on him. It was visible. Also, impossible to hide with just clothes. His was so deep in red, below the jawline. Only a look, people could already surm
