“I fucking miss smoking. Know what I mean?” “Yep.” He’d quit when he’d turned thirty-five, but if someone invented a healthy cigarette tomorrow, he’d start back up in a heartbeat.
“Can I straddle you?” Only one corner of his mouth was visible, but when it curled, she felt his full grin all the same. “Mira, I could be at death’s door, and the answer to that question would still be a resounding yes.”