He nods to Connor who sips a Fizz Life, a grin at the corners of his lips. He finds his wife fucking amusing—even if she’s half-crazy. “How are you not scared to bite her in bed?” Lo asks. “If you draw blood does she grab a fire poker?” “I’m not a leech,” Connor replies with ease.
the way he didn't deny the biting part. CONNOR COBALT, THE MAN THAT YOU ARE.
