"Be good, little confused. Don't move around and obey your orders." I'm not a good person, nor am I obedient, but I listen to you. I only listen to you.
There was smoke entwining around his fingertips, the faint smell of tobacco on his lips, and his silhouette in a black trench coat with his back slightly bent and lighting a cigarette in the backlight. He even taught him step by step, with lingering and sexy touches that seemed reluctant to let him go.