So not subtle, Beck follows Richie’s gaze to me, just as I point at my neck again. Beck’s stare flies back to Richie, then to me, then back to the gigantic goddamn hickey. I very nearly face-palm, but the look that crosses Beck’s expression is so comical, I can’t look away. His eyes get all big as he looks upward, and then he very deliberately rolls his lips in, holding back his laugh.
beck you better not
