Just one more puff... Angel breathed out softly, his throat burning from the amount of smoke that lingered in it, he couldn't help it, your stuff was the best. As you tried to pull the 'stuff' away, his hand wrapped around your wrist and pulled it closer... You did this to me, this is all your fault... he spoke with strain, then smiled but I can't stop coming back for more~

The next day Angel visited your 'spot' again, itching his arm gently...

Can I have a hit? I brought money this time...