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“I sent a quick text to Adrian: I have a hickey! You can’t ever kiss me again. I honestly hadn’t expected him to be awake this early, so I was surprised to get a response: Okay. I won’t kiss you on your neck again.

So typical of him. No! You can’t ever kiss me ANYWHERE. You said you were going to keep your distance.

I’m trying, he wrote back. But you won’t keep your distance from me.

I didn’t dignify that with a response.”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“What the fuck happened to you? [...] You look like you lost a fight with a lamprey. Hickey, hickey...bruise, bruise, bruise...bite. I thought that thing on your neck the other day was just a fluke. I guess not--looks like you get off on picking up a few souvenirs when you...get off. ~Crash”
― Jordan Castillo Price, Camp Hell

“You couldn't not notice the bruise on the side of her face. Or the hickey under her chin.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor & Park

“You might want to pop your collar."

"Hey if the biker doesn't pop his, I'm not popping mine. Also? We're thirty years past that fashion faux pas."

"Yeah, but it still comes in handy when you're sporting a hickey."

"What?" My hands flew to my neck, and I found the tender spot. "Shit. No, that's not-- I burned it. My hair wasn't cooperating, so I dragged out the curling iron."

"Gabriel has a curling iron?"

"No, I meant--Damn it." I rooted through my bag for concealer. "I'm sorry. If I'd noticed, I'd have hidden it."

"I know." His lips twitched. "It is kinda funny, though, watching you guys scramble with excuses. Gabriel told me you weren't answering my calls because you forgot your phone in the car. Which is about as likely as you leaving your arm behind. He dried his hair so fast the back was sticking up. And then he scarfed down half the food I brought for lunch. I've never seen him eat like that." He smiled. "But I do appreciate he's being circumspect."

"He's not going to wave it in your face."

"No, but we are talking about Gabriel, who never goes out of his way to cushion anyone's feelings but yours. He's being very thoughtful. It's sweet. Just don't tell him I said that."

"I won't." I finished applying the concealer. "Better?"

"Yep." He leaned over for a better look and then stopped. "Is that a bite on your collarbone?"

"Shit! No. Damn it.

Ricky laughed as I frantically applied more makeup.”
― Kelley Armstrong, Rituals

“Miss Melbourne?
“Yes, ma’am?�
“You might want to do something about your neck.�
I was totally lost. “My neck?�
She reached into her purse and handed me a compact mirror. I opened it and
surveyed my neck, still trying to figure out what she could be talking about.
Then I saw it. A small, brownish purple bruise on the side of my neck.
“What on earth is that?� I exclaimed.
Ms. Terwilliger snorted. “Although it’s been a while for me, I believe the technical term is a hickey.� She paused and arched an eyebrow. “You do know what that is, don’t you?�
“Of course I know!� I lowered the mirror. “But there’s no way—I mean, we barely—that is—�

I have a hickey. I let Adrian Ivashkov give me a hickey.

We had another minute before we would reach my dorm, so I sent a quick text
to Adrian: "I have a hickey! You can’t ever kiss me again."
I honestly hadn’t expected him to be awake this early, so I was surprised to get a response: "Okay. I won’t kiss you on your neck again."
So typical of him. "No! You can’t ever kiss me ANYWHERE. You said you were going to keep your distance".
"I’m trying," he wrote back. "But you won’t keep your distance from me."”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“And when he kissed her throat, oh, so lightly, she swooned, as she always did.
She had to wear scarves for a week after that. But she didn't mind. In some way it pleased her to have his mark. It made the times between more bearable. A secret reminder that he really did exist, that they existed. Their secret world. She would look at it sometimes, in the mirror, the way a new bride looks repeatedly at her wedding ring. Reminding herself.”
― Kate Morton, The House at Riverton

“He paused, his eyes suddenly growing dark with mischief. "Since I'm not going anywhere until tomorrow evening, why don't I give you something to remember me by before I go?"
His mouth was the pulse point of my throat, his hands tangling in my hair before I could even answer his question. All at once it was like the past half hour, and all the complications and new entanglements that came with it, had never happened.
I melted against him.
"That sounds good to me," I breathed, throwing my head back to give him better access.
He growled his approval, then carried me into his bedroom.”
― Jenna Levine, My Roommate Is a Vampire

“There’s no hickey.â€� I said, looking at his throat.
“You didn’t suck hard enough,� he mumbled, finishing his beer. “Are you hungry?�
“I’m going to suck you until I make a hickey. I want to mark you.�
Cooper laughed. “You’re so goofy drunk. It’s fucking perfect.�
Straddling him, I licked his throat. “I’m going to suck on you like a crazed vacuum cleaner so prepare yourself.�
Cooper was still laughing when I latched on.”
― Bijou Hunter, Damaged and the Beast

“A lady always packs a scarf for such occasions...”
― C.M. Nascosta, Girls Weekend

“Are your bites infectious? A stray cat bit a servant at the Agam estate when I was young. She lost her whole arm."

Quinton's face rises, something like indignation flushing over him. "I am a prince of Massa'eve, not a stray cat, Kitterny.”
― Alex Lidell, Dragons' Bride