“That’s it, just like that.” Eren hums.

The room is filled with a dense smoke that the two of you have barely noticed. It reeks, yet you don’t seem to mind. You can always light a candle after.

Eren’s eyes are on you— your eyes, your lips. He watches you blow to smoke into the air, leaning your head back against the couch.

Subconsciously, he’s licking his lips. If you caught him, he could just blame it on the cotton mouth. It’s a real excuse, you would’ve paid no mind to it. After all, your mouth was starting to get dry too.

The boy reaches out to grab the joint, your fingers briefly touching his own. He can tell you’re blushing, just by the heat of your finger. Eren’s placing the end to his lips, eyes never wavering from yours as he lets the smoke wrap around his lungs.

He grabs hold of your jaw, pulling you close. A thumb taps against your bottom lip and you open it, almost obediently— like it’s second nature. Before you know it, your lips are an inch away from Eren’s as he blows the smoke into your mouth.

You inhale the ghost, the cloud of smoke disappearing into your body just as quickly as it came out of Eren’s. It’s bitter taste lacing your tongue as you exhale it out your nose.

“‘M too fuckin’ high for this.” Eren mutters, glossed, red eyes trailing down to your lips.