“You’re telling me you’ve never hit before?”

Chloe giggles lazily as she waves a burning blunt between her fingers, exhaling smoke from her lungs with a sweltering sigh. dark lashes flutter shut, basking in the smell of tobacco as the air from the fan blows it right back in her face.

Syrupy eyes flit over to you in a daze, beckoning you over with two fingers so that you can perch yourself on her inviting lap.

“You want a hit?” she asks, painted nails drawing figure eights on your bare thigh. Chloe waves the the stick in front of your face enticingly, the urge to do what she says strong.

“Take one.”