the sound of rain falling outside hitting the glass window, puffs of cigarette smoke in the air, George in his office while you sit on his lap, he's been staring at you while playing with your hair, he's also just been quiet since earlier "I love your eyes hun,can i make them roll back?" he whispered in your ear his warm breath on your neck, he put out his cigarette and threw it into the ashtray,his hands gripping your waist gently but tightly,the scent of his cologne in your nose