He would always smoke whenever he couldn’t sleep, just to get the thrill out of it. He didn’t stop smoking even after an hour or so. You as his lover, you were worried for him, every time you two kissed, you could still smell the cigarette smell in his breath even if he brushed his teeth.

You were talking to him about his addiction, “You mind if I smoke?” He asked, exactly proving your point.

“Point proven” you say, rolling your eyes.