She rolled over in bed, her red-orange hair fanning across his chest while the sheets worked their way lower on her body.
She got off of the bed, walking out of the room. A few moments she came back with a pack of cigarettes and a lighter in her hand. She tossed the box across the bed where it landed on Juice's chest.
He watched as she bent over to retrieve his jeans, pulling out his cigarettes.
Juice propped up on pillows, looking down at her green eyes. His arm curled around her waist, her breasts warm against his arms as she curled up tightly against his side.
"Thought you quit?" He asked as she pulled out one of his cigarette and pressed it between her lips.
She shrugged. "Then I'd have no reason to collect lighters."
He nodded, settling his hands on her thighs. "Yes, you and your collection. What's it up to now?"
She took a drag off of his cigarette, making sure it was fully lit before passing it over to him. "Anton bought me number 98."
He groaned, laughing. "So close." He handed her the cigarette pack she'd originally tossed his way.
"How are things?" She asked, conversationally.
"Good. Same old Same old." He watched her wrap her lips around the butt of a pink cigarette. "Why are you town?"
"To see you."
"I mean why are you in California?" He asked.
She shrugged. "Training exercise."
He nodded. "Should I know more?"
She shook her head. "How about a shower?"
He shrugged. "You go ahead." Watching her walk, naked from his bed, he groaned. "Lizzie!" She turned, looking back at him. "I'm going to miss you."
She gave him a sad, half-smile, going off into the shower. "Sweet dreams." She called back to him as he rolled over.