neck, she found one and put it on. She put on her jeans and when she turned around she saw that he was awake and staring at her. He had perhaps seen her getting dressed. He smiled, got
out of the bed and put on his jeans. Standing behind her, he tugged at the turtle-neck to see the mark he had left on her. Satisfied, he kissed it. "Are you ashamed of me?" he asked and she looked at him surprised.
"What? No, of course not." she replied "Then why are you wearing a turtle-neck?" he asked "You seriously want me to show off the hickey you gave me?" she asked surprised. "Yes, why not?" he asked in a husky voice. She smiled. "That would be awkward." she said without realizing what it would mean to him. He looked at her, fury beginning to dance in his eyes. "So, you ARE ashamed of me." he said in an angry tone and pushed her towards the bed.