His Obsession

“All humans are sinners. Without exception,” said a godly guy one morning. “Except Jesus,” said a woman that laid on the bed lifelessly. He put a cigarette between his lips, trying to light it with a lighter but failed. He hated using a lighter. He used matches to light his cigarette most of the times. “I know, darling. I know,” said him while the woman got her upper half body out of the sheet and took the lighter from his fingers then lit it for him. He kissed her furrowed brow then stroked her black wavy hair when his phone rang, letting him knew that it was his time to go. The woman smiled sheepishly when he let her go reluctantly, letting out some smoke to her face. Her brow furrowed then letting out a long sigh. He fixed his necktie then kissed his woman's lips hungrily. She caressed his dark brown hair. It was as soft as ever. But he needed to go, so she pulled his hair then kissed his chin while whispering, “You need to go,” between his breath. Again, he let out a sigh, fixing his hair this time and throwing her a glare. She chuckled, feeling an urge to mess with him again but as if he knew what was on her mind, he glared at her even more. “You don’t need to glare. Your eyes are already big enough without glaring.” He chuckled and rolled his eyes, murmuring a ‘whatever’. He was as sassy as ever. She picked up his black coat and put it on his shoulder, buttoning it swiftly. “Thank you,” he mouthed. She nodded and opened the door, he placed his cigarette on the ashtray beforehand. The cold air came through the opened door, playing with her white dress. The guy walked backwards slowly, smiling with smoke in every breath. It was the first day on December but the first snow hadn’t fallen yet. She smiled once again before closing the door. She sighed and walked slowly, picking the abandoned cigarette then sat on a couch near the window. The street was as busy as ever. A little smile formed in her reflection on the window when a memory of their first encounter crossed her mind, that guy was hot and dangerous. If it wasn't because of the trouble her aunt made, they might never meet.