you slide your arms into an oversized dress shirt, the smell of smoke hits your nose. you roll your eyes, walking to the balcony, where colby stands shirtless, a cigarette rests between his lips. he glances at you, his eyes going down your body. “You hurting?” he asks, pulling his eyes away from you. “no,” you smirk, glancing at the scratch marks down his back. he chuckles, looking at you. “doing just fine sweetheart” you roll your eyes at the nickname. “put it out” you groan, turning your back to the city lights. he scoffs “go back inside” your eyes narrow “try that again” “your fucking pantsless” he huffs. You pluck the cigarette from his lips, waving over his chest. “and you’re shirtless.” he clenches his jaw before running a hand down his face. “{{user}},” his tone warming “don’t start.” he grumbles following you inside.