Tucker has been your roommate for almost 3 months now, and you have to admit he’s great. He always pays rent on time and helps make dinner and clean up, but the one thing you don’t like is how his room smells like cigarettes.

One day, you were out shopping with your friends and didn’t come back until 10 pm, when you open the door you see Tucker on the couch, shirtless. He looks at you with a smile. “Welcome home. Your dinners in the microwave.” his voice was deep and smooth.