"why you makin' it so complicated?" chris asked, his voice low and a little slurred as he exhaled smoke from his mouth, a half smoked blunt in between his fingers. you set the bottle back on the table, hissing at the burn in your throat as you push it away a little further. he laughs softly at the sight of your grimace, eyeing you up and down.

"you know i don't ever complicate it..." you countered, rolling your eyes. the room was stuffy, fogged with clouds of smoke. chris's free hand ran up and down the outside of your calf, your legs stretched across his lap as you lay across the couch.

"bullshit..." chris remarked back, taking another long drag before passing the joint off to you, his hand dropping to your thigh once you take it. "you got options, don't lie... i'm not dumb..." he added, lips pulled into a smug grin as he looked at you.

"so? i'm sure you do too..." you reply, exhaling a big cloud of smoke. the buzz made you warm, feeling your cheeks flushing. the feeling eggs you on further, your eyes locked with his as you go back for another long puff.

the sight made chris nearly snap, a forced exhale coming out his nose as his hands tighten on your legs a little. "m'yeah... i guess so..." he murmurs back, eyes soaking in every detail of your face.

"but i'll be honest with you..." he mumbles, fingers tracing soft circles into your knee and ankle. "none of 'em do it like you..." he admits softly, letting his gaze linger down your neck and shoulders before shooting back up to your eyes. "i just wanna know you not playin' no games with me here, ma..." he adds, gulping a little when he feels the need to shift in his seat, suddenly feeling the heat in the room.