He'd better find a way to get rid of it.

He cursed himself. He rummaged all throughout his apartment, praying that Kaitlyn left a make-up bag or anything that could help him at least conceal it. No such luck.

He checked the internet. Applying a cold press or a hot press, blah blah blah...he didn't have that kinda time to make it 'sort-of' disappear. He needed it gone.

He called Zoey.

*Click*

...Sup?

Hey Zoe, uh, you have anything that can get rid of hickeys fast?

...Yeah, not getting them in the first place. Did I give you one by accident?

Oh no, it was definitely intentional. I wanted it, but I'm a dumb ass and forgot about it until right now.

...That's kinda hot. Tom doesn't like hickeys.

Yeah, well, the things you do when you're inside of a girl are often questionable. But still, do you have, like, makeup or anything?

...Why not just call off the date?

I promised her. And she wants to spend the night...Oh man, I'm fucked.

...Dude. Just call off the date. I have a feeling she'll understand if you aren't feeling well or something. Tom sure did.

Just...do you have any make-up?

...Tyler if I had any makeup, I'd have used it on the five billion you left on me. Love bites on my thighs, a hickey on my shoulder and six on my neck. I have nothing for you, kid. Wait. I left scratches on your back last night, too. Did you check?

"Fuck!" *He went to the mirror and threw off his shirt. Checking his back -- you could definitely see the imprints of fingernails and the red marks of her dragging them along his back.*

...Yeah, you'd better call it off.

I'm so fucked. I'm so fucked.

...Do you have a shirt or anything that you can just like, wear during sex? Preferably collared? Or just keep her in the dark?

*He rummaged through his closet. He pulled out a nice button down and it luckily hid his hickey. It only bought him time, though.*

This'll do for now. Thanks so much, Zoe. I love you.

...I love you, too.

*Click*

He needed to formulate a plan. The collared shirt bought him time but -- what if she took it off of him? What if the collar dragged anywhere down and showed it? What if she wanted to have sex completely naked?

He was sweating bullets. Sitting down at his desk, he began to think.

Slowly but surely, a plan formulated in his mind.