Blown
“It wouldn't have done anything to get rid of the damn smirk, so I took another route. I refused to look at him, instead focusing on the giant damn hickey he'd left on my neck. It was low on the right side, and if I'd been wearing a normal shirt, instead of this damned spaghetti strap top, it wouldn't have been visible. Regardless, it was huge and dark purple and the most ridiculous thing I'd ever seen. On second thought, I really did want to hit him. So I did. "Hey, hey, settle down." He held ...my hands in his and pulled me against his chest. "Who the fuck does that? What are you? Twelve?" Because seriously, the last time I had a hickey on my neck, I was in middle school. Shit, I didn't even remember him kissing my neck, let alone sucking it hard enough to mark me like that. "I'm sorry?" His grin said he really wasn't and I wanted to hit him again. I tried to jerk my hand from his grip, but he just held me tighter and fucking laughed. "This isn't a fucking game, Mateo!" That got rid of his smile.MoreLess
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