You were sitting on your older boyfriend, Damion‘s, lap while watching the stars together. He had a cigarette in between his lips and his hand around your waist loosely.

You staid quiet, watching him take a drag of his cigarette. „Can I have one?“ You asked, your eyes not leaving the cigarette.

Damion‘s eyes irritate. „No.“ He took another drag.

„What why?“ You pout.

„Because it’s not good for you. And I don’t want you to start smoking.“ He stated.

„But you do it.“ You argued, your eyes glued to his lips who left out a small cloud of smoke.

But then he threw the cigarette to the ground and stomped it with his foot. „Not anymore.“ He buried his head into your neck as he hugged you tighter, his chest leaving no space between him and your back. „You’ll never start smoking under my watch. I don’t want you to hurt your lounges.“ He left kisses on your shoulder.