Dexter White. (A Gay Romance.)

Dexter White. (Part 12.)

     I stood before my mirror, looking around at my neck and sighing... He kissed down my neck, biting and nipping everywhere. He even left a few marks... Hell, now I have to stop at the store and buy something to cover this up. I'd love to show them off, but not for the price of giving my mother a heart attack. 

     I rubbed my neck a bit and called Brandi. "Make a run to the store for me? I need cover up in my skin tone." I said as soon as she answered.

     "Really? I just got my paycheck and now I'm spending it on you?" She huffed.

     "Yes, because you love me." I sighed a bit, "Listen, I need it really bad and I swear I will make it up to you! I'll do anything!" I walked into my room and searched through my drawers to find a scarf. I found a thin black one and wrapped it around, making it look like I was just cold. "Please." I begged.

     I could practically hear her rolling her eyes at me through the phone. "...Fine. But this better be an emergency somehow." She hung up and I sighed with relief, falling back onto my bed. I waited for a text or a call to say she was here... Waited, waited, and waited. Finally, the door bell rung an hour and a half later. I flew downstairs and nearly slammed into the door as I grabbed the handle.

      She stood with a Target bag in her hand, handing it to me with a sour face. "Why did you need it so bad?" She furrowed her brows as she looked at me.

       I sighed, figuring I couldn't lie about something like this. Though I tried hard to come up with an excuse. I reached up and pulled the scarf off. It wasn't like a rabid animal attacked me or anything, just a couple hickeys. I rubbed my neck, rather ashamed I let him do that to me.

       Her eyes widened, "Holy shit, Dexter." She put her face in her hands, shaking her head a little at me. "You are such a dumbass for not preparing for something like this." Brandi said when she looked at me again.

       "It wasn't like I planned this! It just sort of... Happened. Heat of the moment kind of thing." I huffed and crossed my arms.

       "Wait, so you guys like... Already had sex?" Brandi looked my up and down, probably trying to decide how she felt about that.

       I scoffed, "No way. I'm not that easy, are you kidding me? If it involves removing my clothes, he is going to have to work for it. And if he doesn't try, he doesn't get shit." I gave a nod when I finished.

     She smirked, "Mhm." She shook her head and reached over, ruffling my hair. "Yeah, have fun with that." Brandi hugged me and waved, "Bye." She said as she started heading back home. I turned back, closing my door and running back upstairs.

    I walked back into the mirror and removed my shirt so I didn't get any of the cover up on it. I looked at the few on my neck and rolled my eyes. He likes to bite more than his lip, doesn't he? I huffed and poured a tiny bit on my fingers, starting to work on covering them up. I counted seven on my neck. Two were rather dark, but the rest were so light they would probably disappear over the weekend. I shrugged a bit and finished covering them, hoping they weren't noticeable. "Please work..." I muttered nervously.

    I stood there for a little bit longer, looking at myself and trying to figure out what he found attractive about me. Maybe he is just really pent up with sexual frustration and he is looking for someone to fix that? Most likely... I brought my index finger up to my lower lip, feeling it. He had made my lips swell a bit and it felt strange... I leaned closer to the mirror as I stared at them. Would it be weird to say I liked it? Hell... I loved it.

     When I went back into my room, I sat down and grabbed my notebook. I had more things to write. I laid  on my stomach, flipping to his page and writing.