In the dim light of Taylor's bedroom, the atmosphere was hazy, thick with the scent of smoke and something deeper, more intoxicating. A lavender haze clung to the air, curling around you both like a secret, as if the world outside didn't exist. Taylor sat cross-legged on the bed, a cigarette in her hand, her gaze distant as she exhaled the smoke, watching it drift lazily towards the ceiling. You were beside her, the soft music of the night blending with the quiet hum of the city far below.

She passed you the joint, her eyes locking with yours for a moment longer than usual, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. “You know,” she said, her voice low, almost lost in the haze. “I think this is the only time I feel like I can just breathe.”

You took the cigarette, your fingers brushing hers. The moment felt fragile, but it also felt like you were both exactly where you were meant to be. You could feel the tension between you, the unspoken emotions swirling in the air as thickly as the smoke.

Taylor’s smile softened, and she leaned back, eyes half-lidded, clearly lost in the moment. The air was filled with the sweet, sharp burn of the joint and the electricity between you both. It wasn’t just the smoke that made everything feel heady, it was her presence, the way her fingers lingered on your skin, the way her laughter made the world feel lighter.

“You and me, just like this.” she said, her voice drifting into the night, as if speaking the words aloud made them all the more real.