Cigarette Smoke // FILLIE

Unsettling

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       "It only took you a week to stop resisting me, Finn. It isn't as shocking as you think." Millie remarks through a pleased smirk that fires a warmth in my chest.

I scoff at her statement she seems so sure of, knowing very well how true it is and yet finding no use in defending myself.

"If it only took me a week, then I'm gonna say it took you a minute of seeing me for you to come falling into my arms, sweetheart." I confirm matter-of-factly as I straddle my hands at either side of her.

"That's bullshit, Mr. 'I want to make out with you'." She teases, quoting me from the first time my lips touched hers.

And damn how amazing that was. Well, at least before Jack ruined it.

"It's amazing how it's those words that stuck with you and not 'we shouldn't get too attached'." I retort sarcastically as her arms slowly wrap around my neck.

"Oh please, you were falling faster than you could handle. At least I just wasn't afraid to admit it." She humbles, a smile spreading over her face.

"You talk too much, you realize that, Brit?" I tease, her expression fades into a loving gaze as I find myself slowly trailing down to her lips.

Before I know it her lips crash into mine as I inhale sharply, taking in every flavor only she can offer as our lips move against each other.

Her lips vibrate while pressed firmly into mine as she whispers softly to me, "I missed you."

I smile into the kiss as I pull away only an inch from her face.

"Is that so, Millie?" I query through a slight smirk that I attempt to repress from forming into an idiotic grin I know it wants to be.

She bites her lower lip, trying to repress her own smile, as she nods slowly.

I stare into her eyes, watching as every thought in her head surfaces to the dilated pupils of her golden brown orbs.

"Luckily for you, I'm still not going anywhere, not when I've got you here." I admit as I take a seat beside her, turning so that my left leg dangles off the front of the building while my opposing ankle rests on my thigh.

I lay my hand on the side of my calf that's placed on my opposite leg, in an almost cross-legged fashion.

My other hand continues to wield a dimly lit 'cancer stick', prepared to destroy my body with every breath.

It truly is a weapon worthy of wielding. Especially against a non-smoker.

I stare down at the concrete almost fifteen feet below my own, a dark shadow lying over the cold ground that can only be seen by the neon lights flowing from inside the store.

"How did-um, how did Sarah take it? Y'know, the news with David and all." The brunette asks as she swings her legs over the ledge only to cross them over one another, in a kindergarten-like style, seconds later.

I shrug as I press the cigarette to my lips, inhaling as I then begin to speak- letting the smoke settle in my lungs before floating from my lips.

"She seemed surprisingly okay with it. I mean.. she just packed up in twenty minutes and we set off, just like that." I explain with the wave of my hand, as smoke rises from the butt of my cigarette it disappears into the night air.

Millie furrows her eyebrows as she stares down at the hood of my car, "You think she was expecting it? Maybe she thought that it was only a matter of time before she'd have to leave. Maybe she was even planning on running away." She theories.