The cigarette dangled precariously from his lips as his hands held you in his embrace, his arms wrapped snugly around your body while you were both lying on his couch in his basement.

He relished the way your eyes locked onto his, the intense warmth and desire that flowed through him each time. He softly placed his finger underneath your chin to lift your gaze.

"If you're up for some hash... I've got some," he suggested playfully, twirling the strands of your hair around his finger.