And so it was on a Saturday evening that we headed to a friend's home for a barbeque when I noticed that I could see a little something.
It was the same something that his coworker had found earlier that morning while he stood and bossed. He turned to B with a shocked look on his face and asked in a hushed but urgent tone, "Uh... is that a hickey on your neck there?"
It had been dark. He hadn't noticed before leaving the house (in fact, I don't think he showered first) before dawn and all. And I hadn't noticed when I kissed him goodbye in the blue light of morning either.
But yes, there it was. Rosy and reddish purple, there on the right side of his neck.
So not sorry about that.