22) hickey.

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I woke up and wrestled out of Peters grip. After a hard fight I got to my feet as he laid asleep I walked to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. As I looked up at myself I noticed a giant bruise on my neck. I jumped in a panic. I didn't know peter left this big of a hickey. Oh god it looked bad, I felt ashamed. I rubbed it with my hand and then felt a shiver of calmness go through my body remembering the passionate kisses he left there. When you think about a hickey and deeper into the purpose of being marked is the ownership, I am Peters and he marked me. This thought made me smile. I walked into the room and got on top of him to straddle him. He slowly opened his eyes and smiled.

"Goodmorning beau—" I cut him off but putting my finger to his lips. I leaned down and kissed his neck and then proceeded to give him a hickey. If he's gonna mark me I'm gonna mark him. He seemed to really enjoy this. I pulled up and looked at my masterpiece it was great. I rolled over off of him and faced his direction.

"Now we are both marked" I smiled moving my hair to show my hickey to him. This made him laugh and hug&kiss me.

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