Between her fingertips...

He never liked smoking. Even secondhand smoke tickled his lungs and upset his stomach. He didn't like the lingering smell. The Surgeon General's warning plastered on the side of the pack— confirming his thoughts that no good could possibly come from it. But, there was something about her that caused him to rethink his stance. Watching her smoke on the rooftop— noises from the city her soundtrack— he was mesmerized by the way she blew smoke through subtly parted lips. How it curled in the air above her head. The shape of her hand as it held the cigarette— delicately, with purpose. He never thought smoking could be sexy. But, in that moment, he would have bought her a pack without hesitation— a small admission fee to this private show.