f***k, why? Why would I pout over that?
Milo chuckled.
"I'll see you tomorrow cupcake. Buuutt you can always text or call me if you want." He told me.
"Okay," I said, and then he left.
Once Milo was gone, I excused myself to my bedroom. I went straight to my bathroom and noticed that my lipstick was long gone now. At least it isn't all over my face.
I stripped out of my clothes and turned my shower on. Then I looked myself over in the mirror.
My eyes went wide once I saw my shoulder. I have three hickeys all side by side and different sizes. My cheeks heated. I let all of them mark me? Why would I do that?
I trailed my fingers over them and smiled.
Why am I smiling? I should feel like a sl.ut or something, but I don't. Actually, I like them.
They're in a perfect spot so that I
