Broken Bond
he suggests as he brings the joint back to his lips to take a drag.
I arch a brow and turn my gaze on him, waiting for him to go on as the cherry glows bright with his inhale. He takes his sweet ass time, puffing on the joint and exhaling the smoke slowly.
“First one to nail her, wins,” Miles finally finishes.
I roll my eyes again. “Fuck off.”
He barks a laugh, elbowing me in the ribs. “What, I’m serious! If you think your game is so much better than mine, then let’s put it to the test.”
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