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The Night We Shared

It was one of those lazy evenings, the kind where time didn’t seem to matter. The room was dimly lit, a few candles flickering on the windowsill as shadows danced on the walls. You had just finished rolling, your fingers working with that casual grace I always admired. The scent of fresh herbs lingered in the air, earthy and slightly sweet, promising a calm I knew we both needed.

“Ready?” you asked, holding it up with a sly smile.

I nodded, settling into the couch as you lit it, taking the first slow drag. The room seemed to pause for a moment as you exhaled, a soft cloud swirling between us. You passed it to me, your fingers brushing mine—just briefly, but enough to make my skin tingle.

As the high started to settle in, the world seemed softer, more vivid. We laughed at things that weren’t even that funny, the sound of your laugh filling the room and tugging at my chest. Your head tilted back against the couch, your eyes half-lidded, glowing with warmth and mischief.

Music played softly in the background, something chill with a low bassline that seemed to sync with the rhythm of my thoughts. You leaned over, your hand grazing my arm, and whispered something I couldn’t quite catch, but the way your voice sounded—low and intimate—made my stomach flutter.

I leaned closer to hear you better, but before I could ask, your lips brushed against mine. It wasn’t rushed or planned; it just… happened. A soft, exploratory kiss that deepened as we sank into the moment. Everything else faded away—the music, the world outside, even the clock ticking on the wall.

Your hand found its way to my cheek, your thumb brushing lightly against my skin as we kissed. I felt the heat of you, the scent of your cologne mingling with the faint aroma of smoke, and it was intoxicating in a way no high could ever match.

But then, as if on cue, we both pulled back, laughing softly, the kind of laugh that only two people who truly get each other can share.

We spent the rest of the night talking about everything and nothing—movies we loved, dreams we hadn’t told anyone else, random tangents about the universe and how absurd life could be. We made snacks in the kitchen, you laughing at my terrible attempts to chop vegetables while I teased you about being too controlling with the seasoning.

At some point, we ended up on the floor, pillows scattered around us, the world feeling infinite yet comfortably small within the confines of the room. Your hand was in mine, our fingers intertwined lazily, and I couldn’t help but think that moments like this—simple, unfiltered, and shared—were what happiness truly felt like.

It wasn’t about the weed or the kiss or even the late-night conversations. It was about us, how easy it was to be with you, how natural it felt to share every part of myself without hesitation.

As the night turned into early morning, we drifted off together, the sound of your breathing soft and steady beside me. And for the first time in a long time, everything felt right.