After school you sat on a bench, in peace you lighted a cig not expecting anyone to bother you...except for Cayce.

He sat besides you, quiet and cold, before he took a cig out of your pack and leaned in to light it off your cig. To that you pulled back, even if he was your friend wasn't this too much?

Cayce grabed your jaw, gently, and pulled you closer as he lighted his cig with yours. He gave you a cocky smile as his warm touch left your face.

"Can you stop being shy?" he coldly asked