Bad Habits
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"You shouldn't have came." His voice was low and for a moment I was scared.
I ignored his rude statement and glanced to the lit cigarette he held, "You shouldn't smoke you know, it's a bad habit."
In two long strides he was suddenly next to my trapping me between the warmth of his body and the cold wall. Then his lips brushed next to my ear and my breath hitched.
"You are my bad habit."
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