trouble
Chapter 35
I stared at Travis with disbelief, as he slapped his pack of cigarettes down onto my palm.
My lips parted, as I blinked unconsciously at the rectangular box that just fit in my hands.
Travis looked away from me, before blowing out another gust of smoke.
My heart was slowly sinking, as I felt myself holding in my breath.
Did Travis honestly not care if took a smoke or not?
After all this time I spent trying to convince Travis to cut off on the nicotine, he was actually going to let me take one myself?
My blood began to boil, as I glared at Travis.
I hastily went over to rip the cover off of the pack of cigarettes, as I shoved one in my mouth.
It hasn't even been lit yet, and I hated the taste of it already.
"Lighter." I demanded.
Travis gave me a short glance, before letting out a deep breath of air.
He reached into his pocket, taking out a solid black lighter.
My heart was racing as the lighter was held closer and closer towards me, until it reached the tip of my cigarette.
Travis hesitated, staring me dead in the eye.
I didn't look away, afraid of showing weakness.
"I'm not letting you do this." he sighed, before tossing the lighter off to the ground, sending it flying across the concrete.
With one hard tug, he pulled the cigarette from my mouth, smushing it with his foot.
"Is there something wrong with you?" he asked, his breath smelling of heavy smoke. "Why the hell in the right mind would you even consider smoking?"
I glared at him, pushing his shoulder back so that he would back away from me.
"Shut up, Travis." I hissed. "You should've let me had that one cigarette. I mean, it wouldn't kill me, would it?" I snapped, repeating the same words he used towards me weeks ago.
Travis stared at me, long and hard.
I saw his green orbs soften for just a short second, before they snapped back to being harsh and cold.
"Riley, I care about you, that's all." he said lowly, sending shivers down my spine.
I closed my eyes, pushing myself off the bench.
I stared at him one last time with teary eyes, before shaking my head with a weak smile.
"No, Travis." I whispered in a croaky tone. "You don't get to care about me."
Before I got to see the reaction that Travis had, I turned my back on him.
As my arms trembled by my sides, I walked away from him.
One, two, three, four, fiv-
A strong force pulled me backwards, as I felt my lips being pressed against Travis'.
I didn't have to open my eyes to see who it was; I could tell by the smokey mint scent that Travis always had on him.
His soft and warm lips morphed against mine, as he kissed me with need.
I didn't know what to do but to kiss him back and wrap my arms around him, as he pulled my closer to his chest.