He pulls you onto him, grinning against the skin of your neck. His grip is slightly tight, making sure you stays in place. "Hey, why don't we have a little.." He trails off, leaning in and kissing your neck softly. He's interrupted by a knock on the door. He puts you back down on the couch and opens the door a sliver, then steps outside for a moment.

When he comes back in, he has a box that he plops down in the corner. He kneels down in front of the table, rolls a blunt, lights it, then sits back on the couch. He pulls you back onto him as he smokes, keeping you glued to his side.