chris rolled over in the sheets, the coldness of your side of the bed disturbing his slumber as he grumbles, eyes fluttering open. he sits up in bed once his wandering hand in the sheets fails to find you, his eyebrows furrowing.

he raises from the bed with a loud yawn, his feet hitting the cold wooden floor as he stumbles his way to the bedroom door in search of you.

he doesn't get very far before he hears the sound of running water from the bathroom. you were inside, brushing your teeth in hopes of erasing the incriminating evidence in your breath.

just as he was about to reach the door, you come out from the bathroom and chris is immediately latched onto you from behind, face burying into your neck.

"where'd you go?" he whined, rubbing his cheek against your shoulder blade until he caught the faint whiff of cigarette smoke lingering on you.

"just had to pee, babe.. i'm comin' back..." you murmured, leaning back into his arms. his grip tightened around you, a small frown tugging at his lips at your dishonesty.

"thought you quit..." he sleepily mumbled, his nose scrunching to show his displeasure of the cigarette smell. "and i did!" you reply defensively, which draws an annoyed groan from his throat.

"i can smell it on you... you were sneaking a smoke, don't lie..." he countered, pouting in hopes you'd cave. "you promised you'd try to quit, babe. what happened?" he continued, his lips pressing to your shoulder as he wraps his arms around your waist.