JUDE
"How come you always smell like sweet chocolate milk?"
A nose nuzzles behind my ear, and it tickles. "Stop," I push Miko away, giggling. "I do not smell like that."
"You do," he gets back and then kisses my jaw. "I love it. Especially now that my sheets smell like you."
"I think it's the high talking," I tilt my head back into the pillows. His pillows, since we are hanging in his room again. Andre is sleeping at the foot, asleep, and friends is still running in the background, but we aren't watching anymore. Not when we are as high and everything seems so funny and sensitive to touch.
Miko takes a pull of the roll in his hand, holding some of it in his lungs before he exhales softly, a ball of white puff floating above our faces. I watch with hooded eyes as he takes another drag before passing it to me.
