I nervously rub my already sweaty palms against my arms. I'm nervous as usual and the funny part is, he's smoking a cancer stick. He Inhales the stick , purring out the smoke through his nostrils. I cough, giving him space since his cigarette is still stuck in his mouth. " My bad." He takes it out and throws the blunt on the floor before stepping on it , squeezing his shoe on it. " We're cool?" He asks and raises his brows. I don't reply but stare at his eyes. I already lost my breath. It's so annoying he makes me nervous. " You really don't have to keep
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