My boyfriend, Colby, smokes cigarettes. He has smoked during our whole 1-year relationship. But i hate the taste and smell of them. Every time we kiss, I'll wince from the taste and smell on him. One day he came up to me with a pack in his hand.
"Babe, i can tell you hate the cigarettes."
I look up at him, guilty.
"Yea. I do."
He sighed.
"Then i'll quit. Just for you."
I stood up and went over to him.
"No. You don't have to quit for me. I'll get used to it eventually."
Then he crushed the pack he was holding in his hand and said to me.
"As long as i get to taste this..."
He said, running his thumb over my bottom lip.
"I don't give a fuck on what i have to give up. I want this more than cigarettes."
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Colby Brock Imagines 2
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