Smoking 🍃 with happy.
“‘Cmere girl.” He pats the spot next to him on the bed. It’s late, way after teller-morrow hours, and right after your shift at work.
You’ve showered with his fav—mango body wash—and your skin is glowing with coco butter and body glitter.
He thinks you look like one of those vampires off that movie you showed him. ‘Darklight’ he calls it, even though you’ve told him the name at least ten times.
You scootch over to him, watching as he lights the blunt inbetween his fingers. He clicks the lighter, holding it to the blunt until the end gets red.
Once it’s lit, he hands it to you.
“Puff, don’t drag.” You nod at his words, holding the blunt to your lips and taking a greedy drag of smoke.
You can see him in your peripheral giving you a look of bemusement. He huffs out a chuckle, watching you exhale.
“I said puff girl.”
You smiled at him, eyes droopy and Cheshire grin filling your cheeks with mirth.
He watched as your eyes glittered with mischief and took the blunt from you.
“Ain’t gonna leave none for nobody else taking drags like that.”
“Sorry baby.” You mumble. He notices the far off look in your eyes, lost in gazing at him.
You still sport that dopey smile, this time with hearts for eyes.
“You okay honey?” He asks, taking a drag longer than yours, cool smoke tricks making him look so sexy.
“Mhmmmmm…” you reply as you watch the smoke leave his mouth and enter his nose.
You scoot up closer to him and palm his bare chest.
“Happy?”
He turns to look at you, raising both of his eyebrows quizzically.
“Shotgun me please?”
His eyes darken. “Don’t start nothing you can’t finish, girl.” He growls.
“Oh, I won’t be finishing it,” you smile back.
Part 2?