“Whoa, what happened to you?”

It was senior year in college, a Monday morning, and my friend was sitting in class, doing her best (but obviously not succeeding) to hide a very noticeable, very odd black and blue mark on her bottom lip.

“Oh, I…I was drinking out of a bottle and someone bumped into me. It sucked.”

“Shut up!” I said, knowing exactly where she had been last night. “That did not come from a bottle”

“Keep your voice down.” My friend looked around, embarrassed. “To everyone else, it was a bottle. To you, it was Tim. Nothing bad, nothing bad!” She immediately reacted to my raised eyebrows. “We were just making out and stuff…his lips did this!”

“Still, it looks like it hurts…” I couldn’t take my eyes off her mouth. It was so obviously bruised.

“It does kinda. And when we were together it was a little intense…but I don’t know him well! I would feel so stupid telling him to ease up.” Read More »