I slightly froze at his question. It took me a second to realize he was talking about the hickey Alexander gave me the other night.
I moved my head away from Marcus' grip and slowly stepped back. I straight away noticed I only had a few seconds to answer him. If I took to long then he'd figure out I was lying.
Before the panic I was feeling could be plastered onto my face I let a lazy smile slip onto my lips as I rolled my eyes.
"A hickey? No. A burn actually," I lied and rubbed my neck and pretended to shudder as if I was remembering the pain.
"Burn?" Marcus repeated suspiciously.
I had to fight off the urge to roll my eyes. What was it to him if I had a damn hickey? If we weren't under these circumstances and I wasn't acting, this would've ending messily.
"Yes a burn?" I said in fa
