The two of you sat on the edge of some forgotten rooftop, the city stretching beneath. A cigarette dangled lazily between Damiano’s fingers, smoke curling around him.

"You want one?" he asked, holding the pack out to you.

You shook your head. "Just give me some of yours."

A smirk tugged at his lips as he took another drag, exhaling slowly before leaning in. His eyes never left yours as he parted his lips, letting the smoke spill into the space between you. You knew the game. You leaned forward, inhaling the smoke straight from his mouth, your lips barely brushing his as you took it in.

The nicotine hit your lungs, but he was what made your pulse quicken.

"Greedy," he murmured, his voice rough from the smoke.

"You like it."

He chuckled, dragging his thumb across your bottom lip before taking another drag. "I do."

You leaned in again, your lips parting, waiting for him to exhale. He didn’t.

Instead, he kissed you. Slow, smoky, tasting like nicotine, something entirely him.