cigarettes after sex ; m.g.g

prologue

matthew stepped into the chilly air, shivering as his body got used to the difference in atmosphere.

he passed by an alleyway and stepped into a cloud of smoke, sputtering as he choked on the thick air.

"hey!" he yelled towards the short woman, she turned towards him and rolled her eyes. he could see the bright orange glow as she sucked in more toxins and held them in her lungs.

he hesitated before stepping closer, squinting his eyes to see her through the darkness. short hair and black chipped nails are what he noticed first. not her vibrant oceanic blue eyes, or the plump curves of her lips, the slight square jaw clenching and unclenching as she prepared for him to say something totally and utterly stupid about what she chose to do with her body.

she turned her eyes towards the brick wall ahead of her, pretending to be interested in it hoping the strangely attractive man would leave.

"hey miss?" he still cautiously moved towards her in slow steps. she looked at him again and sighed, throwing her cigarette down and stomping on it with her busted converse.

"what?" she said in the dullest tone she could muster up.

"don't ask me to stop smoking or say that i was bothering you and your perfect air because i really don't want to hear it!" she rolled her eyes as a look of shock washed over his features before hardening.

"i came to ask you for a smoke." he smiled at her as it was her turn to be shocked.

she hesitantly pulled out her marlboro reds and handed him one. she watched as he brought it up to his mouth, his pink lips molding around the filter, before his hands came up to cup around it as he lit the cigarette.

"i'm corine." she smiled at him, he nodded blowing smoke back into the air.

"i'm matthew." he said taking another hit of the short stick.