I've always had a small hatred toward smoking. But I honesty don't know what urged me to grab Blue cigarette from his mouth.
I drop it on the floor and crush it with the tip of my toe. I continue walking forward while he walks the other direction. I don't look back. I try not to. I don't want to see what those light eyes possess.
I should be happy that I'm finally getting on his nerves, that he's finally leaving me alone. But I'm not. The roguish grin on my lips don't feel the same way like before.
I can't resist the urge anymore, so I look over my shoulder.
He gives me the glare only I can have.
