Sweet Nicotine

Cheating Death

He was a smoker, the nicotine on his breath strong. I found It odd the man who had just saved my life was slowly ending his. I stared at him questionably, wondering how someone so beautiful could allow themselves to physically deteriorate. Maybe physically deteriorating was better than emotionally. I watched him scrutinize my every breath intake, was he undressing me with his eyes, or did the sight of my dampness repulse him?

I am not sure as to what drove me, what gave me the courage to speak up, but as he continued to heave out of breath, I felt pain for this beautiful stranger, who had saved me. I said to him, “you need to find a new addiction, this obsession will rot you.” He paid me no mind and corrupted himself further, as if his life did not hang on the balance of a cancer stick.

He smirked knowing well that of what I had advised him, would only remain a dream. So, I took it upon myself and played with the devil. I don’t believe he was expecting that a mere stranger, could be within distance of his personal space taking control like that.

Hell, he hadn’t seemed like the man to be talked down to or even looked at with burning rage. If I were a smoker, I would have smoked him out way before, but then again would there have been a beauty like him again? A beauty capable of withstanding “me?” so my temptations to obliterate him and put him in his place, as well as my assumptions, would have to remain in the empty hollowness that was within me never to be revealed. Only for the reason, that I was standing in front of him for a debt must be repaid.

As he continued to blow that vile smoking gun, I saw through his smoke and mirror. He was a man at the end of his wits, withering away. His eyes encircled and dilated almost dead, if one were to look past his good looks, they would have seen a man burning within his skin.So many unasked questions piqued my curiosity, about the identity of this man. Who was this man? Where was he from? Why was he here with me? One question after another tossed around in my head, but the one that stood out was, what was his name?

This mystery man was very intimidating. His aura draped over his shoulders like a dark cloak, that seemed to pull me in. The more I pushed to be released, the more I had succumbed.
I studied him from the jagged gash on the left side of his face, that rested just below hypnotizing hazel eyes, under long, black, smooth lashes.  How I had silently wished it was almost a romantic date or under different circumstances to one where I could gently trace the chiseled face in front of me. His cheekbones stood high as the Eiffel Tower, putting my facial structure to shame.

He had natural, full tempting lips my imaginations went wild with the feelings his mouth would bring. Could he see what he was unleashing within me? Could he know I had never been touched? I wouldn’t call myself a complete prude, I was just a girl who hadn’t “lived”, and I don’t believe that is a crime.

As I stopped myself from my sinful thoughts, I carried my eyes over his body. He had broad shoulders, that would come to use if he ever needed to carry a damsel in distress overboard. He had a strong chest mostly worked frequently. I wondered what he did, could he have been a bodyguard, an agent working undercover saving the people from the next national security threat? He had strong legs probably wasn’t the type to skip leg day. Must be a fast runner it could go wrong, but if he was a serial killer with me being out of shape, I could only imagine how far I would get. I wondered what working out with him would be like, but would I take the chance?

I waited for him to speak, to hear the hoarseness in his voice, the base, the beast, the lineage anything; but he continued to smoke death repeatedly, as it enveloped him like a child, hidden in his mothers embrace.
Time was fleeting with the sun almost setting. I felt like Cinderella, racing against midnight with Charming unwilling to follow. Closing our distance, I felt his breath wash over me. The cold biting air was visible on my nerves, the heat emitting from his breath melted my cold stare.
Charming continued to bait me with his killer addiction, and I was like a fish out of water-thirsty for attention, so I took death for a ride.

End of Chapter One