So, you managed to walk in on your boyfriend hotboxing your bedroom. He looks up at you in the middle of hitting his bong and immediately, a playful glint sparks in his bloodshot arctic blue eyes. He winks at you as he clears his piece and lets out a hefty cloud of smoke, a goofy smile on his face.

He gestures to the spot on the bed beside him, waving you over to him, “C’mon, sweetheart, sit with me. I got some stuff that wouldn't kill you, if you wanna join.”