HICKEY’S, really? He has work...

St✰rgirl

SONG: none

ྐ❤︎ RELATIONSHIP: unspecified, could be dating, could also be friend with benefits :p

TW: none.

SMALL STARTER: His shoulders were speckled with them. His collarbone. Down his arms. His lips parted slightly as he stared, heat creeping up the back of his neck.

And then he pulled the covers down a little more.

His stomach clenched when he saw his thighs.

Fingers hovering over the marks like he wasn’t sure touching them would make it worse — or confirm they were real. They were darker there. More deliberate. Clearly, you’d had way too much fun last night.

“Seriously...?”

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