Tine, and his love for hickies ?

Part 5 - He likey?

T i n e

I close my eyes in disbelief.

He really wants to torture me!!

I shake my head, no. He raises his eyebrows, stepping impossibly closer, looking down into my eyes.

" take it off, please " he says with a kind tone, contrasting with the killer look in his eyes.

Left with no choice, I gesture for him to turn around, he shakes his head again, before turning around and taking off his shirt. I turn to look away from his back, grabbing at his hand which's holding his shirt, and put it on a table in front of me. Checking quickly, I take off my turtle neck, placing it beside the other shirt, and put on the shirt.

The shirt smells strongly like him, a very peculiar scent, completely different to my vanilla smell. The shirt hangs low on my collarbones, allowing my whole neck and collarbones to be seen completely. I hear a slight laugh, and turn at the speed of light to look.

He's sitting on a table, staring at me with a smirk drawn on his face.

" you know, I'm sure your friends already know about them, why hide them? " Sarawat says breaking the piercing silence.

I roll my eyes, looking down my neck. The bruises have bloomed so much, it feels weird looking at them. I have a weird feeling in my gut. I look down at my feet.

Why do I like them? This handsome devil is giving me serious issues

" why did you have to give them there " I whine, " they're so hard to cover up ! "

He smiles, pushing himself onto his feet, he walks towards me.

" I like them, you suit them, so why not? " he replies while walking me slowly into a wall. I sense him moving forward so I continue to walk backwards, continuing to look at my feet.

With my back against the wall, I'm forced to look up at his drowning eyes. My heartbeat hastens, I feel exposed, reaching my hand up to cover my neck, but am meet with his hands instead. His hands pinning mine behind me.

" you like to pin me against walls, especially places where people will most likely see " I mutter underneath my breath, struggling against his tight grip. I feel his breath flutter against my neck as I finish my sentence. Lifting my chin upwards, he places his lips in front of my ears.

" you like it though, don't you ? "