So the other day I noticed that I had what appeared to be a hickey. A bruise on my neck that was both discolored and tender.
That’s strange, I thought. Jake hasn’t given me a hickey.
Then I panicked. What if he asks me how I got it?! I certainly hadn’t gotten a hickey from someone else, but “I have no idea how that got there” is hardly a satisfactory answer – after what happened in July, I certainly wouldn’t accept that answer from Jake.
Then after my yoga class I was walking to my car, and thought, Ouch! The strap from my gym bag is rubbing right against…
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