[Even when he catches her and brushes her hair back, she doesn't look away, and instead lets her eyes flit to the cigar between his teeth.
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Before she silently takes it from him and brings it to hers, savouring his taste on the end of it as it rests against her tongue, and allowing herself to stretch out before she blows the smoke into the air away from him.]
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Before she silently takes it from him and brings it to hers, savouring his taste on the end of it as it rests against her tongue, and allowing herself to stretch out before she blows the smoke into the air away from him.]
You are going to need a bigger bed.