My Fault (Culpables, #1)

by Mercedes Ron

Whereas I kept them inside, deep inside, until they all finally exploded and came out.

I didn’t understand what pleasure a person could take in inhaling carcinogenic smoke that left a nasty scent on your hair and clothes and was also bad for like a thousand organs.

“I don’t smoke. And if I were you, I wouldn’t, either. You don’t want to endanger the only neuron you’ve got.”