Psycho | Beatrice

24 | the hickey

I open my eyes to find myself staring at an orange wall. I try to stretch, but then I realize my body is pressed against someone else's behind me. I notice hands wrapped around my waist and one hand is up my shirt cupping my breast. My legs are tangled with someone else's.

My mouth is thirsting for water. My head hurts a tiny bit. I'm insanely hungry.

I find a way to rotate my body to where I'm now facing Luke.  I notice that he's wearing red flannel pajamas with a black muscle tee on.  His hair which is wavy at the point is flopped in front of his eyes. His lips are parted just slightly. They look so soft. Then I look at his neck.

It's his weak spot.

And you probably don't even know how to give a hickey.

And you probably don't even know what guys like and don't like.

I lean forward a tiny bit and I lightly kiss his neck.  I stop for a second thinking of where to go from here.   I bring my lips back to his neck and I just begin to deeply kiss it.  I get in the rhythm.  I start to not allow any breaths in between and I find myself sort of sucking on his neck while kissing it at the same time. I wrap my leg around his torso.  I feel his hand go down to my butt and just rests it there.

"Beatrice." Luke whispers while trying to catch his breath.  "I've gotta shower.  Raven wants us all to get breakfast together." 

*

The whole car ride, I've internally felt embarrassed.  Every time I glance over, I see the bruise I left him on his neck.  He decided not to cover it up.  Walking in there is basically going to confirm what people have speculated.  Luke doesn't seem the slightest bit worried.

We walk into the restaurant and see a long table in the middle.  There is our group, but also her brother's group.  The only two spots are on the end, across from Emma, Chris, and Jillian. 

Luke is first to sit across from Chris and next to Raven. I was going to sit there so Luke doesn't start a feud, but okay.  I sit on the very end across from Emma. 

The other end of the table is laughing and chatting, meanwhile this end is dead silent. 

I keep my head held low, as I just want to avoid eye contact with them.  I hear Emma giggling about something.  Under the table, Luke grabs my left hand and rests our hands on my thigh.

"Awe look!  Bea's first hickey."  I hear Chris say.

I look over to Luke who is glaring at Chris—almost snarling.   I also glare over to Chris who is smiling at me, waiting for me to say something.  He has an I told you so face.

"Who said it's my first?"  I say eating the fruit in front of me.

Chris laughs.  "Oh, we can tell.  We all can."

I again go back to Luke.  His face turns red and he doesn't look my way.  I turn back towards the two of them. 

"We had to come get breakfast.  We got cut off."  I explain.

Emma looks at us all confused.  "We would always show up late or not even show up. That bad, huh?"

I feel Luke's thumb rub my hand gently.

He leans over and mumbles, "They're trying to get in your head. Don't listen to them, okay?"

"Gosh," Emma says. "When you find out what those hands can do, you'll never look at them the same anymore."

Jillian then laughs. My heart drops a little bit. I don't like that they know.

"It's true what they say about guys with big hands." Emma adds.

Luke sets down his silverware and places both his hands in his lap. He holds the glass of water in his hands, just staring at it.

I cross my arms. "Yeah, how would you know that? You've probably had sex with eight guys."

She leans forward. "And each one came to me after their girlfriends left them. Luke and I have been off and on for years now. I'm his side bitch. He always comes back to me."

Luke grabs my elbow to insist on us leaving. I smirk as I get an idea. I take Luke's water from him and i take a drink. Instead of swallowing though, I commit to my plan and I spray out of my mouth. That gets the attention of the whole table. I stand up and I follow Luke out of the restaurant.

We sit in the car for a second and just take deep breaths. Luke takes a smoke break and then we drive to my house in silence. Finally, we appear at the end of the driveway.

"Is it true?" I ask before leaving.

Luke looks at me with a bit of annoyance. "Is what true?"

I stare at his neck. "Was my hickey bad?"

His mouth drops and scoffs. "Really?! No!"

"I don't believe you." I say as fears fill my eyes.

I let myself out of the car and I trudge through my yard.

"You're falling for it, Beatrice!" Luke yells out the window.

a/n working on a book based off of Emma's POV :)