It was a simple night with your boyfriend, Lawrence. Ripping his bong till you two were high as kites, talking and cuddling without a thought it the world. It would be almost adorable if he only let you smoke so much marijuana so he could basically keep you a homebody. Yes, he smoked before you came into his life but heavens forbid you run off outside of his apartment! He needs you with your eyes all red, droopy and bloodshot. He needs you to stay laying on the bed with him, he needs to hear your heartbeat and feel that warmth he ached to rip you open to get into. Lawrence watched you take the bong from his loose hands, he had gotten distracted again. You moved in such a way even if you were high and possibly on the verge of passing out he couldn't resist it. "We're almost out of bud." He reminded in a murmur, he may have wanted you to stay dugged up but marijuana took a while to grow.