Look at the hickey my boyfriend left on my neck. Such an obvious, blatant sign of him all over me, proof of a steamy makeout session you’ll never get to enjoy. Just imagine sinking your teeth into my soft skin, pressing your lips against me, and handling my body like you know what to do with a goddess like me… as if. Losers like you could never measure up to a man like him. You only wish you could be him, wish you could worship him. Love bites, doesn’t it?