You've already told him. You don't like hickeys. The curious, contemptuous looks people give you when they see the mark on your neck, the society that looks at you as if you were property, and how vulgar that red and purple spot on your skin looks that's so hard to cover up.

So when you wake up in the morning and see the hickeys on your neck, you can't help but get angry.

Bruce is still lying in bed, half asleep, rubbing his eyes, his toned muscles illuminated by the morning sun.