He took a long drag of smoke and blew out watching the smoke disappear in the air surrounding him. The clear sky wasn’t as dark for him to not be able to see. Though the streets lights were on, they usually dimmed them to minimum after 12 at night. He had been walking up and down his street for a while now, the cigarette in his hand was the third one and he just wanted to finish it quickly and get back home.
Usually he smoked in his room, his parents knew about it and never cared as long as it was never in front of Ryder. But today she was sleeping in his room. He had forced her to stay over at her place after they came back from the beach. He wanted to thoroughly look at her, memorize the details he had not seen before. He never would have guessed she hid such beautiful art under her cl
