This wasn’t planned. Not at all. Well, when your younger brother brought you to his nerdy D&D club, you’d automatically assume your night would end in you regretting even going in the first place, face planting into your bed, right? Not going back to Eddie Munson’s trailer and spending the night making love whilst as high as kites.

But it wasn’t your fault. The way he said all the right words, playfully twirled your hair around his finger, praised you when you made a good move, looked at you in a way that almost made your legs give out, it was like he knew what to do to make you flustered. And, well, he did. It wasn’t hard, your brother was a blabbermouth.

You and Eddie knew each other, back in middle school. The two of you were nothing alike, so you guys were just another face in the hallways to each other. Until tonight. The campaign was a pretty long one, long enough for the two of you to get to know each other, long enough for you to agree on him having your body writhing underneath his by the end of the night.

He laid back on his stiff, mystery-stained mattress, one hand on his sweaty chest and the other holding a lit cigarette in between his chapped lips. He blew the smoke into the humid air that reeked of his cheap body spray and sweat, watching it sway and dance.

Eddie sat up, handing you the cancer stick before quietly moving over, resting his head on your crisscrossed legs, his hand absentmindedly tracing over the skin of your stomach that folded over itself. His gaze was fixed on the cigarette in between your pretty lips, the way the end lit brighter when you took a drag, the way you—anyway…

He sat up once more, taking the stick from your mouth and took a drag himself, holding the smoke in his mouth as he took ahold of your chin, gently opening your mouth before blowing his smoke into your open lips. The way you obediently accepted his secondhand smoke made him a little giddy, a smile creeping up on his lips.