𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬

𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝟐𝟔

I woke up from a nap, feeling the softness of the sheets beneath me and the weight of Sadira's body draped over mine. The room was dimly lit, the late afternoon light slipping through the curtains, casting long, lazy shadows across the bed. Sadira was still asleep, her arm around my waist, her cheek pressed against my chest. I could hear the quiet hum of the TV in the background, Martin playing at a low volume. The familiar sound of Martin cracking jokes filled the room, and I smiled to myself. It felt like one of those rare peaceful moments where the world outside didn't exist, just me and her, cocooned in our little bubble of warmth and comfort.

I gently shifted beneath her, careful not to wake her up, and reached over to grab my backwoods from the nightstand. The familiar scent of the tobacco leaf hit my nose as I unrolled it, taking my time to make sure it was perfect. I stuffed it with some of the weed I had picked up earlier, the pungent smell filling the air as I carefully broke down the buds, packing them neatly into the blunt.

Sadira stirred slightly, but instead of waking fully, she just nestled closer to me, her head resting against my side now. Her warmth against me was comforting, her presence grounding in a way I wasn't used to. Normally, I didn't let people get this close, not even women I was with, but something about Sadira felt different. She had a way of making herself at home in my space, and I found myself not minding it at all.

I rolled the blunt between my fingers, making sure it was even, and licked the edge to seal it. The ritual of rolling up was calming, almost meditative. The familiar motions helped me settle into the moment, and I leaned back against the headboard, my body sinking into the soft pillows behind me.

Sadira shifted beside me again, waking up this time. She let out a soft hum, her voice still thick with sleep, and I glanced down at her. She was cuddled under me, her phone in hand, scrolling lazily through Pinterest. Her hair was tousled from sleep, curls framing her face in a way that made her look even more beautiful.

I sparked up the blunt, the tip glowing as the smoke curled up into the air, thick and fragrant. I took a long pull, the smoke filling my lungs before I exhaled slowly, feeling the tension of the day begin to melt away. Sadira, still leaning against me, looked up from her phone, her eyes meeting mine. She didn't say anything, but the way she watched me, her eyes soft and curious, made me smile.

"You wanna hit?" I asked, my voice low and teasing as I held the blunt out toward her.

She smiled back, her lips parting slightly as she nodded. I brought the blunt to her lips, holding it steady as she took a long pull. She inhaled deeply, and I watched, impressed, as she held it in for a moment before exhaling, the smoke blowing out in a smooth, steady stream.

"Damn, I didn't know you could smoke like that," I said, chuckling as I passed the blunt back to her. She took another hit, this time a little less controlled but still impressive.

She shrugged, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "There's a lot you don't know about me," she teased, leaning back against the headboard, her body close to mine.

I couldn't help but laugh, the sound low and genuine. I liked this side of her—the playful, confident version of Sadira that came out when we were alone like this. She wasn't always so serious, and it was moments like this that reminded me why I felt drawn to her in the first place.

The smoke swirled between us, filling the room with its heady scent, and the warmth of the moment settled around us. The TV was still playing in the background, Martin's loud laugh filling the space, but it felt distant now, like background noise to the quiet intimacy we were sharing.

Sadira tilted her head back, her curls spilling over her shoulders as she exhaled another puff of smoke. She closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the feeling, and I took the chance to really look at her. The way her lips curved into a slight smile, the softness in her expression—it all made my chest tighten in a way I wasn't used to.

"You always look this good when you smoke?" I asked, my voice teasing but with an edge of something real behind it. I couldn't deny how attracted I was to her in this moment, how her presence was starting to feel like more than just casual comfort.

She opened her eyes and looked at me, her smile widening. "You like what you see?"

I leaned closer, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Yeah," I said, my voice quieter now, more serious. "I do."

There was a beat of silence between us, the air thick with the tension that had been building slowly since the moment she woke up. She didn't say anything, just watched me with those big, brown eyes of hers, and I could feel the weight of the unspoken words between us. It was like we were both waiting for the other to make a move, to break the spell we were under.

I passed her the blunt again, and as she took it, her fingers brushed mine, sending a small jolt through me. I watched her lips close around the blunt, her eyes never leaving mine, and I realized that this was more than just a moment. This was something real, something that had been slowly building between us for a while now.

Sadira exhaled slowly, the smoke lingering between us as she leaned in closer. She rested her head against my shoulder, her body pressed against mine, and for a moment, we just sat there in comfortable silence, the warmth of the weed and each other creating a soft haze around us.

"You feelin' good?" I asked, my voice low as I glanced down at her.

She nodded, her eyes half-closed as she relaxed into me. "Yeah. You?"

I took another hit, letting the smoke curl from my lips as I exhaled. "Better now."

We stayed like that for a while, passing the blunt back and forth, the TV playing in the background as the room filled with the smell of weed and the sound of our quiet breathing. It felt easy, and natural, like we didn't have to force anything. Just being here, together, was enough.

Sadira shifted again, this time sitting up more fully. She leaned back against the pillows, her legs stretched out in front of her, and I could feel her gaze on me. I turned to look at her, raising an eyebrow. "What?"

She smiled, her eyes soft and a little hazy from the weed. "I'm just... looking at you," she said, her voice slow and a little dreamy.

I chuckled, shaking my head. "You're high."

She laughed softly, her head falling back against the headboard. "Maybe. But I'm still lookin'."

I watched her for a moment, my own smile softening. There was something about the way she was looking at me—something quiet but intense like she was seeing me in a way that no one else had before. It was unsettling, in a good way. Like maybe, just maybe, she was starting to see past all the walls I kept up, past the tough exterior I usually wore.

I leaned in closer, my hand finding hers as I laced our fingers together. "I like having you here," I said, the words coming out more easily than I expected.

She turned her head to look at me, her expression softening even more. "I like being here," she said quietly, her thumb brushing over the back of my hand in a slow, deliberate motion.

The weight of her words hung between us, and for a moment, I didn't know what to say. It was a simple statement, but it meant more than either of us were saying out loud. This wasn't just about the weed, or the comfortable silence, or the way our bodies fit together so easily. This was about something deeper, something that had been growing between us for a while now.

I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, and she closed her eyes, a small, content sigh escaping her lips. "You wanna finish this blunt, or should I roll up another one?" I asked, my voice low and teasing again, trying to lighten the mood a little.

She laughed, the sound soft and warm. "Roll another one," she said, her voice playful but still carrying that underlying sense of connection between us.

As I reached for the weed, I couldn't help but think about how right this felt.