Hickey's were hard to hide. That was one of the thoughts circling in Mitch's head when he stood in front of the mirror that morning. He touched the purple marks and squinted, hoping that maybe they weren't that noticeable, but knew that it was a lost cause. They were all over his collarbone, his shoulder. High up into his neck and behind his ear. He sighed and threw his head back, closing his eyes for the moment. // one shot/short story,, not the most original plot ever, but it's fun to write. // 22.5K