Your eyes began to flutter open after a good sleep. You turned over to look at your boyfriend, Peter, who was smoking a cigarette. You roll your eyes, complaining about the smell and the dangers.   "I'm sorry, darling. If I could stop, I would."   He said in a sorrowful tone that he knew you didn't like it. You grabbed the lighter out of his hand, reaching for a strong-scented candle and lighting it. Giving him a kiss on the cheek after lighting it