“You ever feel remorseful after you smoke?” I asked him and he shrugged, one loose lock fell down to his face. He quickly put it back into its confinement.
“Not really. I mean…I used to but not anymore”
“You ever feel like stopping?” he turned to look at me and I shivered at the intensity of his eyes.
“Not until I have you in my arms” Samuel answered, a stoic expression on his face and I knew he meant it.
“Have you ever thought about like…rehab or therapy?”
“Miss me with that bullshit” he muttered and I exhaled.
“I’m talking to you, bonehead. You should consider it because no one would date a guy who cannot live without getting high”
“I’m not high right now and I’m talking to you” I rolled my eyes and heard Eros yell from his room. He had gotten up an hour ago to answer an important call and he kept yelling at intervals.
“I gotta know, mama. What does he have that I don’t? I’m richer, I’m hotter, sexier” he shrugged and I laughed.