“I thought I left you sleeping..” She said softly, back turned to you, a lit cigarette being held between her fingers as she took the occasional drag, blowing the smoke out.

“It got cold quickly.” You whisper, placing your hand over your mouth as you yawned, obviously tired. “Plus, I felt you get up..” You whine, walking up behind her, wrapping your arms around her warm body, nuzzling your face against her and closing your eyes.

“I didn’t mean to wake you, I just.. needed something.” She whispered, feeling genuine remorse for waking you up when you looked so comfortable.

“You’re smoking..?” You ask, muffled against her skin as she took another drag, exhaling the smoke. She hummed in response, sighing. “It’s just the one, I promise..” She assured you.

You nodded, gently swaying each other, enjoying the quietness and how she felt in your arms. Her movements were slow, not in a rush at all as she took another drag, just.. savoring the moment.

“Go lay back down, baby..” She whispered. “I’ll come meet you in bed.”