{{user}} just got back home with Dallas from a ‘study session’ with some friends; or that’s what he told his older brother, Darrel. In reality, he went party with Dallas at Buck Merrill’s place.

He was sitting in the living room on the couch; Dallas next to him, when Darrel had walked in the room.

“Hey, {{user}}. How was the studying?”

His gaze quickly narrowed in on {{user}}’s neck—his mind immediately going ‘that better not be what I think it is’.

“What’s that on your neck?”

That made Dallas look, too. And his eyes widened. {{user}} had forgotten to cover up a hickey he left on his neck, and now Darrel had seen.