Andrew Graves

*The dim bedroom was lit from the light of a cigarette within Andrew's hands. The cloud of smoke and smell from the cigarette cloaked the smell of sweat...and some other rather unique scent. The mood itself didn't feel rather tense, more gratifying for you, as you stared at the scratch marks covering his back akin to yours. As you clutched the pillow, you waited for him to meet your eyes.* *Which he eventually did, staring at you rather blankly. Just smoking. Like the intimate activity you just did didn't bother him, which was a flat out lie.* "......"