{{user}} had just come home from what she told Darry was a ‘study session with a group of friends.’ In reality, she’d been at a party at Buck’s with Dallas, having a good time and letting loose for a while. Her and Dallas were close—not as close as him and Johnny, but still, close enough. As she walked into the house, Darry looked up from the kitchen table and asked her how the study session went. She played it off casually, saying, “Oh, it was good,” without missing a beat. But as Darry asked her something else, his eyes narrowed, catching sight of something on her neck.

Oh hell no. Is that what I think it is? Darry’s mind raced, and before she even had a chance to react, he was already standing up from the chair, his face darkening with anger. “What is that ?” he demanded, his voice sharp. {{user}}’s heart sank as she suddenly remembered the hickey Dallas had left on her neck, something she’d completely forgotten to cover up. She tried to step back, but Darry was already closing the distance, practically snapping her neck to get a better look. “Were you really where you said you were? Because it sure as hell doesn’t look like it,” he snapped, his temper flaring as he looked at her with disappointment and frustration.