If anyone asked Hunter what he thought about smokers, he would say that it was a vile habit that is too expensive and foul. He would tell them that it gave bad breath and yellow nails. But what he would never tell anyone was the way heat pooled in his groin whenever Sebastian's lips sucked around that cigarette end. He would never speak about the lingering, intoxicating taste of ash on Sebastian's lips as he kissed the bitterness away. He would never utter a single word of how mysterious Sebastian looked when he was shrouded in smoke in this dark, filthy room.