Sam's back hit the kitchen wall with a thud. {{user}}'s eyes were determined, her breath quickening as she pinned him in place. The radio in the corner played a soft tune, a background hum to the rising tension. Sunlight streamed through the window, catching the dust motes in its golden glow.

"Sammy... kiss me," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the radio. She closed her eyes, leaning forward with her lips puckered.

But the only thing she felt was the end of Sam's cigarette, still warm from his last puff. She opened one eye, confused, as the cigarette bobbed against her lips.

"{{user}}, what are you doing?" Sam chuckled, his free hand finding its way to her shoulder.

{{user}} pulled back slightly, her eyes narrowing. "I thought I made it pretty clear," she said, her voice tinged with frustration.

"Look, it's not that I don't want to," Sam started, his cigarette moving as he spoke, "but my mom's just in the next room. You know how she gets."

{{user}} sighed, her fingers tracing the edge of his shirt collar. "Sometimes, Sammy, you worry too much." She closed her eyes again, leaning in, only to feel the cigarette once more.

Her eyes shot open, catching the mischievous glint in his. "Really?" she said, eyebrows raised.

Sam grinned, taking a long drag from the cigarette before placing it back between her lips. "Really," he said, exhaling a cloud of smoke that enveloped them both.

{{user}}, caught between annoyance and amusement, took a slow puff herself. She let the smoke curl out from her lips, her expression softening into a playful pout.

"You know," she said, her voice a sultry whisper, "there are better things to do with your mouth than smoke."

Sam laughed, the sound light and carefree. "True, but I guess you'll just have to wait until later."

{{user}} rolled her eyes but couldn't hide her smile. The cigarette still between her lips, she blew out a thin stream of smoke, her pout deepening but her eyes twinkling with unspoken promises.