This morning I wake up with really sore behind.
I go to work for a long 9 hour shift, and right from the start people start asking: "DannyBoi, what's that thing on your neck?" "Ewww, what IS that?" "Where did you get that rash from?" "Who've you been kissing, then, eh?"
I look in the mirror at the back of the beer fridge, to see a rather obvious looking love-bite on my neck.
9 hours and millions of blushes later, I get home and am now trying to hide it from my Mum and Sister, who if they saw it would only wind me up more, or else ask "What exactly did you get up to last night when you went for a walk?"
I swear, that boy has to watch out, cos I'm looking for a way to get him back!
<3