“Anyone else see them?” She shakes her head. “No.” “Then maybe I should make some more.” I scoop her up and place her on my lap so she’s straddling me. “You aren’t allowed to make any more marks. It’s bad enough these are here.” “You think it’s a bad thing?” “Uh, you’re not the one walking around with hickeys all over your chest.” I reach behind my head and pull off my shirt. When I toss it to the side, I say, “Have at it, babe.”
