"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He...
Louis starts getting cute little messages from a secret admirer and gradually feels himself falling more and more in love with the boy. But can you really like someone you've never seen before? And what will happen when Louis finds out the real identity of his admirer? Credit to ThinkingTooFast, and psychomuke
"Strawberries and cigarettes-sweetness and smoke- our love was always a contradiction. Every kiss tasted like something forbidden, yet I craved it more with every breath."