He comes over on Thursdays and sometimes Saturday.
Depending on what her schedule looks like.
When he visits her on a Thursday, he makes damn sure to leave his fingerprints on her.
Usually, he never is able to go see her on Saturdays, because another man takes his place.
But, he doesn't know this, because she says, "I've got to babysit."
He visits her again on the following Thursday.
When he goes to mark her again he sees that his latest mark has faded and another mark - definetly not the size of his mouth - is plotted on her skin like a map dot.
And then, it hits him.
The reason he can't come over on Saturdays is because she has someone else coming over.
Instantly, he skids away from her, and she realizes that he saw it.
She tries to cover it with the head-hole seam on her shirt, but it's too late.
He comes to the conclusion that maybe he wasn't marking her this whole time and he was too "in the moment" to notice.
And she comes to the conclusion that he will no longer think he was the one marking her the whole time.
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Embodiments
Poetrytempting to touch the places she hates the most™ A 13-part poem book for all the littler things that leaves you with that tingly feeling.
