“You’re too young for me, kid.” a cigarette hangs low on his mouth. The covers stopped at his waist, showing his bare chest.

You laid on your side, admiring his face as usual. To say you were in love with him was an understatement.

There were heart eyes every time you looked at him.

“Commitment doesn’t look good on me.” he takes a drag from the cigarette, turning to look at you.

The comforter was the only thing covering you uncovered form. “And besides, there are men your age that are like me. Stop wasting your time.”