Killian retrieves a cigarette and stuffs it between his lips, then fishes for his Zippo. I crunch my nose, “Didn’t you say you’d quit if I kept your hands and lips occupied?” I expect him to laugh it off, but he simply throws the cigarette out the window and opens his palm. “Hand.” Swallowing, I place mine in his.
Oh my God. I’m down bad for this
— Jul 09, 2026 06:32PM
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