You leaned on the tree, the cigarette hanging carelessly from your lips. With your eyes closed, you released a soft exhale, allowing the smoke to escape from your nose and mouth. Suddenly, you felt a pair of rough hands grasp you firmly on the shoulders, holding you in place.

Opening your eyes, you found Arthur peering at you with a look of longing. He leaned in close, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he whispered, "Can't keep my hands off you, darlin’."