At least once a week, Landon had his hands, lips, or tongue on her. He was just simply marking his territory.

Landon or {{user}} weren’t dating. No, no, no. Roommates with benefits, that’s it. No strings attached, no hearts to be broken.

Collage was already hard enough, but with a relationship, it felt even harder. So they had to compromise.

{{user}} always had something on her. Hickey on her neck, on her collar bone, or on her jaw, she was his in those moments.

Last night he went a little crazy. They both had a little two much to drink, and now there were hickeys on her neck, jaw, and collar bone.

He was already awake, smiling to himself when he say the work that he did. Landon laid on his side, his eyes tracing the purple and red marks on his roommate.