If you've got a problem with me smokin', tell me."
"Okay, I've got a problem with you smoking," I tell him.
"Why didn't you just say so?" he says, then smashes it into the car's ashtray.
"I can't believe you actually like it," I say when he starts driving again.
"It relaxes me."
"Do I make you nervous?"
His gaze travels from my eyes to my breasts and down to where my dress meets my thighs. "In that dress you do.
"Okay, I've got a problem with you smoking," I tell him.
"Why didn't you just say so?" he says, then smashes it into the car's ashtray.
"I can't believe you actually like it," I say when he starts driving again.
"It relaxes me."
"Do I make you nervous?"
His gaze travels from my eyes to my breasts and down to where my dress meets my thighs. "In that dress you do.
( Simone Elkeles )
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