Best Excuses For Hickeys Novels & Stories

“You just kissed me.” “What? I did what?” Was I imagining the kiss? “I… I mean, I don’t…” What excuse do I want to give for kissing him? Because I wanted it? Because I wanted to feel connected to him, because I missed him? Which excuse will not sound immature to him? “It was a mistake,” I said with a stoic face.

“Nothing.” Anger flashed across his face before he quickly restrained it. “That’s not nothing,” he insisted softly. I quickly verbalized the first excuse I could think of. “I burnt myself with my curling iron.” I added a light laugh to try to make it believable. “Not something I’m really proud of.” His green eyes narrowed slightly. “There’s more than one mark.” I blew out a breath as I shook my head. “I did it more than once, okay? I’m kinda clumsy with it.”

“Says the shameless thing with the hickey.” I crossed my arms over my chest, deciding maybe I shouldn’t let this slide. “Okay,” I said coolly. “What’s the big deal? I have a hickey on my neck. My man got a little, you know…” I shrugged, “…intoxicated with me. Ended up getting a hickey, you see.” A few people nearby chuckled quietly. Lily’s smirk disappeared. “I mean, I covered it up so it doesn’t cause unnecessary attention,” I added, letting my tone drip with sarcasm, “and to, you know, respect the school environment. But some people just can’t mind their own business.”