66
Seth
“Youwannacuddleorshower first?” Kaden asks.
My laughing fit has tuned out, but I’m still so high on endorphins, that I feel like I’m flying. Or floating. I don’t even know.
“Shower. But I don’t know if my legs work.”
“I’d offer to carry you but then we’d both go down,” he says, chuckling. And then he narrows his eyes, grabs my jaw and turns my head to the side.
“Oh, shit,” he says.
“What?”
“I didnotdo that.”
“What?” I move a hand up to my neck, feeling out for anything strange but there’s nothing there.
“Go look in the mirror,” is all he says, and now I have to get up.
I stand on wobbly legs and shuffle into the bathroom. Turning the light on, my eyes are blinded for a moment, before I squint them open. I feel wrecked and my ass is sore as I take another few steps up to the mirror.
“Oh, my god!”
“That can’t be from me,” Kaden says behind me, tying the condom up and throwing it in the bin.
I swirl around, eyes wide. “What do you mean it’s not from you? You’re telling me a hickey the size of fucking Jupiter just magically appeared on my neck? Out of thin fucking air? In the past hour?”
He presses his lips together, biting back a smile. “Maybe Iggy can—”
“Iggy?” I squeak. “Iggy can’t see this. She’ll call the fucking cops.” I turn around again, taking another look in the mirror. “I look like a victim in a murder attempt.”
He just laughs behind me.
And then my eyes travel south, and there are more hickeys under my collarbone and on my chest. A huffing laugh slips out of me. It’s a weird laugh, like the one that leaves you when you’re in the middle of a nervous breakdown. I’m not, though. I’ve come to love wearing Kaden’s hickeys, but this? This is a bit over the top, even for me.
Holy fucking hell, I have work tomorrow. Customers. What if another old lady walks in? I’ll send her right into her grave with this monstrosity.
“Maybe a shower’ll help,” Kaden says, as he reaches a hand in and turns the water on. I drop my chin.
“Come on,” he says, dragging me into the shower with him.
He stands in front of me, and tilts my jaw to the side, inspecting my neck, frowning a little.
“You’re an animal,” I say, scowling at him, but there’s also a smile playing at the corner of my mouth.
“Yeah,” he drawls, frowning a little as he drags his thumb over the hickey. “So it seems. In my defense, though,” he says, dropping his hand and steps under the spray. “You said you likeit when I bite your neck. So,” he shrugs, and tilts his head back, letting the water rinse his hair.
“I also said I wanted you to fuck me against a wall, but I don’t see that happening,” I say, throwing my arms out.
He wipes water from his face, shooting me a smirk. “Give me an hour, and I’ll be good to go.”
I push him out of the way, and stand under the spray, making him laugh. “Asshole.”
“Are you cold today?” Jude asks, eyeing me.
I’m wearing a scarf, as I have for a few days now. A fucking scarf. Indoors. I feel like an idiot, but there’s no way I’ll let anyone see my neck until the hickey’s faded.
