He bends in closer, his smoky scent hitting me. “Don’t like sharing, Red?” His words tug me out of whatever trance I’m in, as I shake my head. “Not my food.” “So, crazy and possessive. Not qualities most normies want in their partners, Red.” He shakes his head, leaning in toward me. “Personally, though, I think a little crazy every now and then is healthy. And being possessive…” His eyes gloss over a little as he bites down on his bottom lip, “It’s sexy as fuck having a woman stake her claim on shit, especially if it gets bloody.”
