we hung out in the same group through high school but didn't really get to know each other until a couple of months ago. I knew you had a bad childhood because of your dad. you had panic attacks sometimes because of sensory things.

we were at a party. we weren't dating, but we were talking. currently, we were standing at the bar talking with the rest of our friends. I lightly caress your hip. you look up at me. I wasn't thinking, but I leaned down and went to gently kiss you. before I can kiss you though you pull back.

"What?" I ask, wondering what is wrong.

"Um..." You step back.

"Are you okay?" I ask, worried.

"It's just um...t-the smell of smoke...I can't...my dad and..."

"It's okay. I'll quit,"

"No, Iker, you don't have to do that,"

"I want to,"

"iker I can't jus-"

"brae, I don't think you understand how bad I want to kiss you. I will quit. in fact, let me go see if I can go get the smoke off my breath right now,"