Moonlight haze

he rolled down the window he turned down the radio he reclined his chair perfectly comfortable, he smirked and lit up the blunt in a slow and calculated manner. He knows I don't smoke but he still passed me the blunt and with that beautiful sexy smirk still plastered on his beautiful face he said "try it, if you dare." And at first I just stared at him at the way the moonlight hit his skin at the way it spilled onto his chest and skin bathing him in silvery hues my breath caught in my throat I was in awe of his beauty and in that moonlight haze, I took the blunt from him and put it to my lips...