Bad Boys Do It Better

I get out of my car and I'm immediately covered in goosebumps from how cold it is. My heart is pounding against my chest, and my breathing is uneven. I walk deeper into the park. As I keep getting closer the reeking smell of marijuana burns through my nostrils. When I get close enough I can see him smiling at me. I give him a shy smile and sit down next to him. He scoots over so our hips touch.
He switches the blunt to his other hand and offers me the blunt. I shake my head lightly and move his hand away from me. He looks at me, so I look at him.
"Daniella, come on. It's three in morning, we're all alone. I know it's been a while since you last smoked. Just take a hit." He tells me a little too calmly.
"I don't smoke weed." I tell him blankly.
He shrugs his shoulders and takes another hit. Then he drops the blunt on the floor and steps on it. He looks deeply into my eyes.
"You're so fucking cute." He tells me and places his hand on my thigh. He glances at my lips and then slowly leans in. Before I know it my lips are touching his.