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Freya’s head was pressed to his chest, the earthy smoke drew crazy patterns around them. She elevated the joint towards him, his lips touched her sensitive fingers as he took a drag. With her open hand, she let her fingers wander on his cheek, her thumb traced his bottom lip - white thick smoke hovered above their heads.
Her body pulsed from her high and every touch of his rough palm against her skin felt like the lightest of touches. They didn’t come to the cliff to jump this time, but it still felt as they were drifting with the waves.