I sat up a bit and stared at the cigarette in surprise. “How did you know?”
Romare shrugged. “You like your smokes,” he said with a little chuckle before he passed it over. “Um, if you want, you can lay on me and have it. Or I can leave. Whatever you want!”
I took the cigarette and stuck it in my mouth. “Don’t you dare fucking move. Hold on.” I climbed out of the bed and padded to my personal bathroom. A quick cleanup, a warm cloth, and returned to wash the cum from Romare’s body. Once we were both clean, I climbed into bed and pulled him onto me. “That’s better. Now I don’t have to worry about crushing you.”
Romare’s sweet giggle tugged at my heartstrings. “You were worried about me?”
“Go to sleep,” I growled.
That only pulled another laugh from his lips. Romare’s joy was like music to me; inviting and soul-repairing. I held onto him tightly as I smoked my cigarette.
How the hell was I ever supposed to let him go.