It's Late, I'm Tired, And Your Cigarettes

Richelle Mead

It's late, i'm tired, and your cigarettes are giving me a headache," i growled. "i suppose that's fair." he drew in on the cigarette and let out the smoke. "some women think they make me look sexy." "i think you smoke them so you have something to do while thinking up your next witty line." he choked on the smoke, caught between inhaling and laughing. "rose hathaway, i can't wait to see you again. if you're this charming while tired and annoyed and this gorgeous while bruised and in ski clothes, you must be devastating at your peak.