"I think I'd prefer to eat you," Cooper murmurs against her skin. He brushes his lips over her skin, teeth gently scraping, though he's careful not to leave any marks. Most men would prefer not to solicit a girl who has a hickey for all to see. So he kisses her neck one more time before sitting up straight. He takes another large bite of his sandwich, moving to put on a pair of sunglasses he had brought to help with the glare.