You love your boyfriend. Every flawed part of him. But damn if you don't hate the taste of smoke when he kisses you.

Jason loves kissing you and almost as if by some cruel joke by whatever higher being, he loves to kiss you after he's been smoking.

"Jay.. you know that these kill." You hold up a half empty carton of cigarettes.

You don't have a problem with his smoking. Only with the fact that he kisses you right after.

"Oh and all the vigilante work won't?" Jason gives you a lazy smirk.