"I told you so many times to quit smoking, why won't you listen to me?!" I pulled out the toxic stick on the tip of his lips and stepped on it.
"And I told you so many times I don't care." I rolled my eyes at him. "You owe me another fag."
"No I don't." I crossed my arms over my chest. "As long as I'm alive, I'll never buy a pack, not even for someone else."
"Fine I'll just have to take it back another way." He smirked.
"The hell you are—"
Before I could finish my next sentence, his lips were roughly pressed on mine.
After I processed everything that was going on I tried to push him but he wouldn't budge.
I gave in after a few seconds knowing he wasn't going to stop. It didn't take long before the taste of the bitter fumes entered my mouth through his.
I'm going to hell, I promised the man up there I'd never inhale anything toxic in my life. Shit!
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Fantasyh E y gUyS, This book is going to be full of writing prompts and ideas that I'm probably never going to write. Read them and see if any interest you into writing one. Also remember to credit me. Lots of love londonsbadbitxch x
