Novel & Cerita Best Excuses For Hickeys

Then his gaze dropped to my neck, to the space just below my collarbone. Everything in the car froze. His voice came out low, dangerously calm. “What is that?” “What?” I tried, feigning ignorance, my hand instinctively moving to cover the mark. "What are you talking about?" He didn’t buy it. His hand shot out faster than I could react, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin. His jaw locked, a muscle ticking in his cheek. “A hickey. Why exactly is there a hickey on your neck.” “It’s not what you think.” My voice came out thinner than I intended, betraying my nerves. “Mariana was drunk last night. She—she kissed my neck, that’s all. It was a mistake. It’s nothing.”

I changed my clothing earlier, totally forgetting about the hickeys. I quickly pulled my hairs forward to cover them but it only made Carol laugh. “Don’t be silly, we are not underage. Hickeys are damn cool and I so badly wish someone could give me that but sadly, it’s been two years since I got one.” Oh no, not Carol making my embarassing hickeys the source of her throwback with Nathan. Her 3rd grade boyfriend, and the only one she had had the better connection with so far. It was so sad she cheated and he caught her.

“Yes, we need to shop for the things we’re going to need on Saturday. I’ve planned a whole lot of family activities we are all going to do on Saturday… it’s going to be fun.” I can’t tell her I don’t want to go or come up with an excuse. When it’s family stuff, she doesn’t want to hear it. I didn’t even tell her I have detention. I can’t. “Okay, fine.” Her eyes dropped to my neck. "Is that a hickey?" I slapped a hand over the spot Noah's mouth had been. Oh my God. "Mosquito bite. Allergic reaction." The lies tumbled out too fast. "I um… saw it this morning… seems like it hasn't disappeared yet.”

I spun around to find him standing there with his backpack, staring at my neck with confusion and something that looked like… hurt. Lalissa leaned in and whispered loud enough for me to hear, "Hickey." Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. That dickhead. No wonder Dylan didn't say anything about Kenzie last night. He was too busy kissing and biting my neck. Too busy marking me as his. And he didn't tell me he'd left love bites there. He'd fucking marked me as his for everyone to see. What was I going to say now? How could I explain away obvious hickeys when I'd supposedly been home alone doing homework?

As he hesitated, torn between the impulse to resist and the desire to comply, I seized the moment to carefully examine his neck. The sight of the numerous hickeys adorning his skin sent a rush of conflicting emotions coursing through me. How intense must my hunger had been to leave such a visible trail? There was a mix of exhilaration and embarrassment as I beheld the tangible evidence of our passion. What had driven me to mark him so extensively?

I helped wash his hair, and he held my wrist when I tried to go downwards. "Don't..." he warned with his strained voice. "Why?" I wondered, confused. "I might take you right here and now. You know you're not fully ready for another session," he joked and blushed red. This man is something else. "Oh my God," I exclaimed when I saw the hickeys on his neck and my nail scratches on his pretty back. "I'm so sorry," I apologized as my hands traced his back. "It's okay," he smiled. "It's not okay. This won't heal anytime soon," I said with a frown.

Turning back to the boys, “Is there any chance that this has happened with any other female?” Both boys vigorously shook their heads. “Heather is the only one.” They answered in unison. “Heather is the only one. Any of the others my first thought was to put the condom on even if they said they were on birth control. I didn’t want kids with them, but with Heather, I know this sounds bad. I didn’t care either way. Heather is also the only one that I ever gave a hickey to. The only one...” Lucas’ words trail off as if something just popped into his thoughts. “...that other than kissing on the lips my lips never touch another part of their body. I just realized that.” Lucas says as Reed nods in

Sadie said. “And are you that stupid to not be able to differentiate between matting marks and hickeys! I just gave you a hickey on your neck! You won't get pregnant just with red marks like that! And the reason why I'm in your bed without clothes is because you have to feel my scent to relieve the pain in your body, don't you remember last night you wet the sheets and I had to change them twice! If I didn't do that maybe I could make it up until morning and you were the one who pulled me into bed, you even kissed me first last night, I'm sure you won't remember that, but because of your kiss you almost set my fire on fire but luckily I immediately realized that maybe We might regret it if t

I asked, angry at her. Why did she have to be the one person I felt comfortable with after years of not having sex? “What do you mean?” She frowned at me. “Of course not! I just… people just walk into me sometimes.” Of course, they did. It wasn’t because she was a fucking klutz. “Where did you get those hickeys from?” I asked, my voice deep and low. Her cheeks slashed with color, and she pulled away from my touch. “It’s none of your business.”

“Nah… maybe I should stop giving you hickeys.” His eyes widened instantly, startled by the suggestion. “I never complained about it,” he said quickly, almost defensively. “Besides… I told you that it’s okay.” His lips tugged, faint but real. “So what if people see the hickeys? What are you going to tell them?” Kyle shook his head gently, his voice soft but certain. “There’s no need to tell them anything. I’ll just… wear scarves.” I arched a brow, studying him. “You’ll be wearing scarves all the rest of your life?”