After another hour, I recovered enough to sit up, Smoke took that as a sign to make a move on me. By placing his lips on mine and moving one of his hands up my inner thigh.
"Wait!" I shouted, and he paused but there was a clear pout on his face. "Your phone has been off all day... don't you need to contact your friends or anything?" I clearly have no friends outside of his brother, and I only work occasionally. What I mean is... unlike me, he has a life.
