All The Pretty Stars Shine For You
5 parts Ongoing MatureJean looks at your lips carefully as you exhale the smoke almost in his face, then at the small stub he is still holding. «You want the last drag?»
Your voice drops to a growl as you nod. «Yes, please.»
He obeys. Like a ritual, you repeat the same motion. You lean forward again, accepting the final ember like it's a prayer on your tongue.
Two sinners stand in front one another, sharing a communion of smoke and lust, the cigarette burns down between you like incense in a church.
He doesn't move away. He just stares. And so do you.
Instead, he takes a slow step forward, and the distance between you shrinks to nothing - barely a breath left between your bodies. Time has started to stretch, thick and unbearable, and you feel like you're going to crawl out of your skin if he doesn't touch you. And then you can't take it anymore.
«Fucking kiss me already.»
And then his lips are on yours.
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or, that time that Sasha invited you to meet her high school friends and instead you found yourself drawn to Jean - the tall one with a mullet, that tastes like smoke and smells like sandalwood.