It had been a while since Mark felt this relaxed even though he had gone sober he didn’t feel like weed counted— some fucking grass was nothing compared to heroin not even close… though it wasn’t the weed that had made him calm.

It was the woman in his arms that had made the difference {{user}} and him relaxing on a windowsill a few pillows and blankest around them to make them comfortable. The rain was hitting the window of the shitty flat Mark ended up finding for cheap through the soft drops of rain only soothed him further.

“Mm feeling relaxed now?”

He asks softly his chin resting against the top of her head periodically bringing the blunt to his lips before breathing the smoke out