"You did it on purpose," Monica complained while looking at the hickey on her chest. The couple was still on the bed, but only Khan had started to dress up.
"My mouth simply happened to be there," Khan deflected as he tied his shoes.
"I wanted to wear a dress with nice cleavage," Monica pouted. "Now I can't."
"I'll put the next one further down," Khan promised.
"So, you did it on purpose!" Monica shouted as she leaned to her left to grab Khan's arm and pull him.
Khan laughed and let Monica pull him. His head ended on her shoulder, and his smirk broadened in front of her pissed expression. Still, her feelings told a very different story.
"It might help me remain calm knowing that you are carrying my mark," Khan explained, and Monica could only give up on her fake annoyance.
"You could have told me," Monica whispered as she lowered her head and reached for Khan's cheek. "I would have left something on you too."
