Connor
Changing in the locker rooms was an affair. With all my years of experience I had mastered changing into my kit without drawing too much attention to myself. Meanwhile Edward had always been the exact opposite.
One of the team mates loudly whistled when Edward took off his jersey to switch it for our training uniform. "Were you in a fight with a bear!"
Edward looked at him with confusion before a look of realization came over him. I wanted to die. When I was scrubbing his back this morning I saw the scratches but I had gotten so used to them I didn't think anything.
We were like that. Hickeys, scratches and sometimes bite marks. That was when things got too out of control. I had my fair share but that was mostly on my arse. Edward liked to have a bite here and there.
