“See. He didn’t have a problem with it.” I smirked resting my back onto his chest. Tyler wrapped his arms around my waist, bringing me closer.
“Well that’s because he was too busy creating hickeys on your neck.” Troy pointed out, making me gasp. My hands flew to my neck almost immediately, covering as much skin as possible. I turned to look at him, lifting an eyebrow and sent him a pointed look as if waiting for some answers.
He just sent me a small smirk and pecked my lips. “I might have gotten a bit distracted.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“What’s so distracting about my neck?” I asked in disbelief. “Everything,” he murmured, removing my hand away from my neck as he stared at it like it was some kind of masterpiece.”