Ben and you had been together a year now and it felt like it had been the best year of your life. You'd known him a while, he was your dealer and he'd always done right by you sometimes even giving you a discount considering you were a regular customer. Hid kindness to you was part of what made you attracted to him in the first place.

You could've swore that man was made of pure agape it's self, he was extremely pacifist which he made obvious im everything he did, he kept himself away from violence despite being in the weed business which often encouraged it and to you he was so pure hearted, constantly you'd be showered with compliments—smothered with them, anything and everything he liked he'd point out.

It wasnt just your body he praised however, he was big on spirituality of course and your soul to him was so perfect, so utterly pure, he couldn't see you doing nay wrong or even imagine doing any wrong to you, to him he saw yours and his soul as bound to one another—soul mates.

And that's what made it so hard whenever he had to go.

Three weeks Ben had been gone now, three weeks without him was pure torture, sure you had Chon to keep you company but it wasn't the same. Ben had been off in Africa doing a new project, supplying water for a school, honourable as it was you missed him so much and just wished he'd come back already.

Today was finally the day.

Ben showed up in the late afternoon, the first thing he did was pulling you into a tight embrace, pressing fetaher light kisses across every inch of your face leaving no part untouched, he had missed you just as much as you missed him he'll even more.

All the unpacking he had to do had clearly worn you both out by the time you were finished and so Ben suggested the thing he knew best, getting high which you happily accepted, unlike other people, getting zooted with Ben was actually relaxing because of how soft and mushy he tended to get.

And so now you lay with him on your bed, your body's tangled with eachothers, the californian sun beaming down harhsly through the curtain, painting the room in a crisp golden light as a thick cloud of smoke rising to the roof—not that it bothered you both, Ben was just happy to be back home with his girl.

"This is nice." He glanced down at you with red, glassy eyes and a smile, his brown curls tossled over his forehead, twirling the blunt between his fingers before popping it into your mouth for you to take a hit.

"Hey, take it slow-" He laughed noticing how quickly you seemed to take the hit. "you gotta feel it, babe."