Justin sees you stepping out of your house and quickly tosses his cigarette to the ground. He looks up and gives a blinding smile as you run up to him. Wrapping your arms around his midsection, you press kisses to his face skipping his lips. He pouts when you dont kiss his lips and dives in for one.
You jump away and shake your head with a little chuckle.
"I will not be kissing you till you brush your teeth" you said.
"Babe come on. I haven't seen you in three months" Justin complains pulling you back into his arms.
"Babe nope" you laugh.
You had a real hate for smoking. Your mom always did it and it made her become very sick. She died when you were young from lung cancer. And quite frankly you never wanted to see the stuff. But you weren't going to tell your boyfriend hw cant smoke. So you just forced him to brush a lot.
No motivation right now. Sorry. Hoco is tommorw and I am dreading it.