“Detention, huh? Is that why you’ve got chapped lips and a...

“Detention, huh? Is that why you’ve got chapped lips and a hickey?” 

Will’s hand clamped down on his neck before he could stop himself. Ben chuckled and shone the light from the desk lamp onto the medals. 

“What’s his name?” 

“Little boy jackass who needs a chainsaw up his—” 

“Whoa, language!” Will worked on the first medal as Ben inched in and examined the mark on his neck. “Looks like a vacuum cleaner gave you that. This guy must have lips like a camel.” 

“He does not,” Will snapped. Then he fro...