And now about the neck. Oh. That's where the real fire starts. When he kisses my neck, my legs go weak. Seriously. Especially if it's just below my ear or where my pulse beats. Or when he doesn't just kiss me, but breathes on my skin. Or runs his lips slowly, slowly, pauses for a couple of seconds, and then starts again. At that moment, I completely stop thinking. I want to close my eyes, bury my fingers in his hair, and move closer.
And you know what? Marks. Yes, those very ones. When you look in the mirror in the morning and say, "Oh, my God." But inside, everything is fluttering. Because it's not just a stain. It's like a little secret under a scarf. A reminder of how good it was yesterday.
The neck is when there's no time for talking. It's body language. It's about "come to me, but don't say anything." Lips are for romance, the neck is for, well, you get the idea.
So if you ask me, I'd choose the neck. Always. It may be sexier, it may be more revealing. But at least it's honest. And I'll save the lips for the first date. Deal?