ᶜⁱᵍᵃʳᵉᵗᵗᵉˢ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ʷⁱⁿᵈᵒʷ

You would always smoke cigarettes when you couldn’t sleep, always leaving him guessing when you’d come back to bed to cuddle. You’d disappear for about an hour and a half, your breath always reeked of nicotine and smoke, no matter how many times you’d scrub your teeth with your toothbrush; he could still taste it on your lips when you two kissed. You would say you would quit on and on again, but you never really did, and he knew you wouldn’t.

Tonight was no different. You slipped out of bed, grabbing your box of smokes and your lighter and disappearing onto the balcony of your one bedroom apartment, your chest hanging off the edge of the railing, sucking the stick to life, before blowing the smoke out for the cool wind of the night to claim it. He snuck up behind you however, siezing your hips and clicking his tongue against the back of his teeth to get your attention.

“Mind if I join you?”