After being sent from the asshole’s place, fleeing home, I find that he left f*****g hickeys all over my neck. For f**k’s sake. Did he really have to do that? What is he, twelve? Luckily, I found one of Lizzy’s turtlenecks, because there was no other way to hide them. But it does look a little suspicious, wearing a turtleneck on Valentine’s Day.
Of course, as soon as B walked into the room, the other girls spotted the hickey on his neck, a pretty damn obvious one too. Oops. I hadn’t even realized I did that. But then... a lot of last night is a little hazy, hazy from lust and the need for him. I just couldn’t resist the way I felt.
Oops.But then, this morning, the way he looked at me when he sent me away.
Fucking asshole. I know that we weren’t supposed to do this, but to look like that
