Sensitive.

"Why do you smoke?"
I took a deep sigh, he just doesn't shut the fuck up.
"Why don't you smoke?" I harshly shot back annoyed by his pointless questioning.
"It kills." He shrugged, looking at his shoes.
"So does everything else I inhale."
The next thing he did shocked me, he took the cigarette from my hands stepping on it, crushing it into the dusty path.
"You shouldn't smoke." We locked eyes, and for a moment I saw something I thought would never get to imagine even achieve, concern.
"And why shouldn't I?" I question, raising an eyebrow.
"Because-" he whispers taking a step closer
"You have me." Shit, no he fucking didn't. No, he did not.
"Yes, I did". He whispers against my lips, pleasurable chills running up my spine.
"Kiss me". And those two words changed my life, forever.