Lisbeth sat with one foot in the kitchen sink, taking the last couple drags of her cigarette. Remembering that you hated the smoke, she blew it out the cracked window despite the utter chill of having it open. Last night, after you'd stumbled back in bleeding from a stray gunshot to the head that had nearly killed you, she finally gave into her desires for you and made a move. Whether it was the adrenaline and pain, or shared desire, you'd reciprocated for a memorable night.