Savanna’s P O V

I felt that familiar tingle, but I tried to suppress it. I would smoke until I moved on with my boyfriend, who didn’t seem to bother about me.

The smell bothered Gray when he caught me smoking. He said I was too good to do that. He even tried to snatch the blunt from my hand to stop me, but I didn’t let him.

“I do smoke, but Gray doesn’t like it,” I said, my eyes were hungry as I took in the sight before me.

“Yeah, he doesn’t like to ...