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So. Craig started to develop a new habit. When ever we kiss he starts giving me hickeys, they feel great, I love them! But- he puts them in painfully obvious places, just because he likes how they look and wants to look at them when he can.
Which- on paper is cute- but in practice It’s. Annoying at times and uncomfortable at worst-
Because the questions always ranged from “did you have fun last night” to my dad describing his first time with my mom!
It’s weird but Craig really enjoys giving me them, he says they’re like a little reminder that I like him enough to let him, and also he genuinely just stares at them, inspects them like he’s never seen them before.
And then he repeats the same reasons why they form with a few add ons sometimes, he says he just likes the words.
When he first started this, I thought he was trying to do something more
It was a normal sleepover turned into a sloppy make out, we were both lost in the moment and suddenly he had his mouth on my neck. I had to take a moment to process what was happening, and by the time I did, he did
He quickly pulled himself off of me and apologized, explaining how he just got into it and that he started to get interested in them and blah blah I clocked out for a second while I felt the place he was sucking before I suddenly snapped back when he said “I can stop it if you want-“
“No! I- I mean- no- I like them.. they’re- they’re nice”
“Really? You like them?”
“Yeah! Uh- you can keep going if you want?”
He then nodded and leaned back in, giving my neck a few pecks before starting up again. The sensation made my body shiver and I messed with his hair
After he was done, he just stared. Like I was a painting or something. And then went back in to kiss on them.
The butterflies raced in my stomach, my head felt light, everything was so hot and then suddenly he pulled off again
“They look so pretty on your skin..”
He mumbled. It was a simple phrase, something to be expected when asking about jewelry, makeup, anything really. But at that very moment. It felt like the truth. It felt so good. It felt. Real.
That made me know, made me sure, he was the one
It became routine after that, something mandatory when he came over, though he reminded me often that he could stop them when I wanted.
And after the scene with my parents he stuck to his word. Like he always does
My parents always knew how to get under my skin and make me uncomfortable, with the most mundane things too!
Holding hands? Suddenly I’m being “gay called” with gay innuendos every other minute
Hugging? Comments about how my dad use to use hugs to get close to my moms ass
Kissing? The worst dinner of my ENTIRE life
But Craig somehow makes it so much better, he manages to take the thing out of the context my parents put it in
Turns it into something between us. Something personal, special even
“Tweek? Everything okay?”