No cigarette could compare to you. Evan as he took another drag, Aki couldn't stop thinking about you, the feel of your body, your lips pressed onto his in the most perfect way.

You had him hooked. His cigarettes felt like a boring part-time nowadays as he found himself craving a different kind of fix. Something more like you. The keys jingled as he fished them out of his pocket and unlocked the door to his apartment.

The sun was already setting, bloody red and vibrant orange painting the sky I a thousand different shades. He leaned against the railing of his balcony and tipped his cigarette before letting out a deep sigh. How many times had he attempted to grow out of his habit? More times than he could count. Old habits die hard, but maybe it was time he found something new. Should he call you over for a chat? A late-night smoke? Or maybe he could look for you tomorrow... yeah, that sounded rather nice. He'll find you tomorrow.