I flick the headlights off and kill the engine, stepping out the car to flick out a cigarette from the pack in my pocket. There’s only so long I can restrain myself and I’m not willing to do something that she would regret. It’s been a big night tonight, a lot has happened and I wouldn’t blame her if she wants nothing to do with me anymore.
Neither of us get that choice anymore though. By the end of the month I’ll be a married man and she will be Mrs. Herrera. I’m out of options, my hands are tied at this point and although she’s gorgeous and I’d love for her to be my wife, it is not our own choice to be married.
Lighting my cigarette I breathe it in, the small burn in my lungs not affecting me at all anymore. I’d been smoking since I was fourteen, since the first time my father put a c
