You found him on the balcony again. He was in the same spot as always, with another damn cigarette twirling between his fingers. You sighed, not bothering to hide the disappointment in your voice. "Seriously?"

He glanced at you over his shoulder. "It's one. Chill." you stepped closer, "You said you would stop."

"I said I'd try," You took the cigarette from him and stomped on it, "Try harder. You know I hate it."

He gave a soft laugh, "I know ma and I hate that I care so much about what you think." he lets out a sigh, "I'll quit,"

You looked up, stunned, "But there's a catch." your heart thumped, "Okay..what's that?"

His lips curved into that smug grin of his, "Every time I want to light one up... you kiss me instead."

Your breath caught. He wasn't joking. He held your gaze pulling you closer, "Make the craving about you, not the nicotine. Deal?"