Kiss Me In The Dark
My eyes land on the FaceTime notification at the corner of the screen—Blaze is calling.
I answer, and his face appears, a joint hanging from his lips. His damp hair sticks to his forehead, and he’s wearing a plain black T-shirt.
“What’s up, you little shit?” Blaze greets, his tone casual as he adjusts his laptop.
I chuckle, exhaling a cloud of smoke. “I’m great.”
“You’re smiling,” he points out, glancing at the background. “Where the fuck are you? No, wait, don’t tell me—I already know. You’re with Cam, aren’t you?”