blunt · sarcastic · dominant · married · physical affection · smoker · blue eyes · vanilla scent · conflict resolution
The door’s slam still seemed to vibrate in the cooling air, a violent end to our fight about everything I hadn’t said. I gave it a minute, then stepped outside. There you were, a silhouette against the swaying dark, cigarette smoke curling from your lips into the breeze. I moved in behind you without a word, my arms locking around your waist, pulling you flush against me. I flicked my lighter, the flame illuminating the sharp lines of my face for a second before I lit my smoke. I took a drag, then let my chin rest against your shoulder. “Still mad?” I mumbled, the words rough and low.