Novel & Cerita Best Excuses For Hickeys

She exclaims loudly, making both me and Grayson jump. "Are... Are those hickeys?? Did Gabriel give them to you?" She asks Grayson. I fidget in my seat. "Huh?" Grayson questions, clearly confused. "Don't act like you don't know about them. I'm talking about those hickeys on your neck!" She says. Grayson reaches out to rub her neck, before pulling out her phone and using it as a mirror. Fuck fuck fuck... I totally forgot about those hickeys... "What the fuck?!" She yells out, turning at me with clenched fists.

Halfway through applying concealer to the red spots on my neck, I hear a soft buzz against my blankets. E: Oops. I'm not sorry for that. I press my lips together and respond. I can't tell if I'm frustrated or amused. K: I'm sure you're not, but how am I supposed to cover this up for work. I haven't had a hickey since I was 16. E: A scarf? I roll my eyes. Not everything can be a simple fix, but I suppose that's just male logic. K: It's spring. A scarf this time of year would raise some questions.

I faked a smile like she could see my face through the door. “I won't recommend scrubbing your neck to make the hickey fade away. In fact, scrubbing your neck can make it worse - it might irritate your skin and make the area red and sore. You just have to be patient and let the healing process happen naturally.” I sighed. Swiftly, I opened the bathroom door with a fake smile on my face. “Thank you?” I whispered to her. I know too well how Mum insisted when I was seventeen years old to never get involved in such, except I was mated. You know, those virgin mum rules...

The several excuses that I'd been contemplating left my head, leaving me feeling defenseless. "I don't want to know how long you've been lying to me," he continued, "but don't lie to me now. Don't say you were hypnotized or that he kissed you and he was too strong for you to pull away or any crap like that because I saw you kiss him back." Damn, those were good excuses, not that I could use them now. He was looking at me sourly obviously waiting for my brilliant explanation.

But the woman dares to give him not only one but several of them. Despite his hard tone, she remains unaffected. And with a sheepish grin on her beautiful face, she meets his glaring gaze. "I've been dreaming to make hickeys. I want to try it" she casually explains with a sweet smile. "I feel like an expert" she mumbles while caressing the spot of her masterpiece. Proud of what she did. "Fuck, I have an important meeting tomorrow and I'll be wearing your marks. I'll be in real trouble" He irritatedly mumbles while rubbing his neck as if he could erase the red and purple fleck she made.

Beth squealed in excitement as she bombarded Riri with tons of silly questions. "What? No. Nothing happened. And we didn't have sex, you girls are weird." She rolled her eyes. "Really? I find that hard to believe." Kim crossed her arms as she didn't seem convinced. "OMG! Are those hickeys on your neck?" Beth gasped, her eyes widening in stupefaction. "Why are your lips swollen? You didn't do anything right?" Kimberly smirked causing her cheeks to redden in embarrassment. Damn that guy for leaving hickeys on her neck! No wonder her course mates were glaring at her. They would think they had sex!

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” “Really? Did you think that I wouldn’t be able to spot the hickeys on your neck just because you started wearing scarves and turtlenecks? You do remember that you still have to take off your clothes and multiple times while you’re struggling to pull your sweater over your head, I’d see hickeys dotting your neck. The first time I saw them it happened so quickly that I dismissed them as insect bites but they’ve become a regular occurrence. So apart from your neck and collars, what else is Felix sucking on?”

She replied in an innocent tone and I rolled my eyes. "We don't need these hickeys for the memorial of our passionate night with our mate. It will forever be in our hearts. The way he held us until we felt better. It was the memorial, not these hickeys. Now will you please heal them?" I replied with a smile on my face then asked her a question in an annoyed tone. She rolled her eyes at me then closed her eyes. I did the same. It did not take her long when she healed all the hickeys.

He put me through all that to give me fucking hickeys? I pushed off the desk running to the mirror that hung above his fireplace. My neck was covered in big dark purple bruises. He seriously gave me a hickey? Not just one, a whole bunch of them covered my neck. My eyes flicked to Lucien approaching in the mirror as he snaked his arms around my waist pulling my back flush to his chest. "I had to do it María" He defended calmly placing a gentle kiss on my shoulder. Is he kidding me? He had to do it?

, I gasped when he did that because I felt a tingling in my stomach and wanted him to stop. Shit, I hope I don’t want any hickey. My friends will tease me. . . “Vik, don’t mark me.”, I tried to push him away. He raised his head before leaning back with anger built on his expression. Oh no, someone is mad. . . “Why?”, He asked in anger. Silly him. Doesn’t he understand the simple thing that a temporary red mark will form on my skin, by kissing or sucking? . “Well, there is something called HICKEY, Mister. And you were in full planning to give me one.”, I said boldly, on which his eyes widened in shock. I knew it. My boyfriend is stupid in this section.