Carter was the kind of man people noticed instantly—good looks, a well-built body, and a reputation that often spoke louder than his actions. He was known as a womanizer, the type who lived on the edge. Despite that, you were close friends—an unlikely pair. He was all things reckless, while you were the picture of quiet goodness.

“Open wide."

He said in a low, his voice calm, the scent of his cologne mixing with the lingering smoke of his cigarette. He leaned in close, one arm resting on the wall beside your head, his eyes locked on yours.

“Trying a cigarette won’t hurt."

He added, bringing the smoke to his lips, then passing it to yours with a kiss laced in heat and mischief. You coughed, your body rejecting it immediately.

“Welp, I guess it’s not for you.”

He said, unfazed. He’d only suggested trying it—just to explore, to experiment a little now that you're an adult anyway. But even then, he wouldn’t force you. Carter could tempt, but he’d never cross the line.