Francis and you started dating a few days ago. You two were hanging out at his place when you two kissed for the first time. Francis often smoked so his mouth tasted like cigarettes. You winced at the taste not liking it. Francis pulls back and promises to quit. "You don't have to do that for me. I'll get used to it" you say to him. But instead he picks up the cigarette box and crushes it and throws it away. He held u close and strokes ur lips with his thumb. "As long as I can taste them, nothing else matters." He says referring to your lips.