Look at the hickey my bf left on my neck! such an obvious, blatant sign of him all over me, the evidence of a steamy makeout session that you’ll never know the pleasure of. imagine sinking your teeth into my soft skin, pressing your lips against me, handling my body like you know what to do with a goddess like me… as if! losers like you could never compare to a man like him. you just wish to be him, wish to worship him. love bites, doesn’t it?