The dim light of the evening seeped through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room as you lay against the bed, engrossed in a book. The rhythmic sound of pages turning filled the air, punctuated by the occasional rustle of fabric.

Suddenly, the weight of Scara's body collapsed onto yours, breaking your concentration. With a playful groan, he pushed your book down and captured your lips in a kiss. But as his lips met yours, you couldn't help but notice something different.

"What's that taste?" Scara murmured against your lips, his voice muffled by the kiss.

You blinked in surprise, then smiled. "It's a new lip balm I found. Cherry flavor."

Scara's eyes lit up, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "It's delicious," he murmured, before diving back in for another kiss.

As the minutes passed, you couldn't help but notice the intensity of his kisses, the way he seemed almost addicted to the taste of your lip balm. And then it hit you – maybe this could be the solution to his smoking addiction.

"Scara," you said softly, pulling away slightly. "What if... what if instead of cigarettes, you became addicted to... this?" You gestured to your lips, a hopeful glint in your eyes.

He paused, his expression thoughtful. "You mean, kissing you?" he asked, a hint of incredulity in his voice.

You nodded eagerly. "Why not? It's healthier, it smells better, and it's something we can share together."

A slow smile spread across Scara's face, and he leaned in to press his lips against yours once more. "I think I could get used to that," he murmured, his voice filled with warmth and affection.

And in that moment, as you lost yourselves in the sweetness of each other's lips, you knew that together, you could conquer any addiction – one kiss at a time.