OOOH, chance to write both WildWest and OneWord....
The end of Matt's words drifted into the night along with a final puff of smoke. Mohinder could smell the faint acid tint of nicotine on his breath. The last ashes of the cigar were dying in the sand beneath him. A wind raked through the fire, making the sparks fly up. Mohinder shivered and shifted in the sand, trying to find warmth.
And then there was warmth, there was a warm hand and hot breath on his face, and then he could taste the nicotine. Nicotine and dry lips, and warmth became heat, and heat became unbearable.
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The end of Matt's words drifted into the night along with a final puff of smoke. Mohinder could smell the faint acid tint of nicotine on his breath. The last ashes of the cigar were dying in the sand beneath him. A wind raked through the fire, making the sparks fly up. Mohinder shivered and shifted in the sand, trying to find warmth.
And then there was warmth, there was a warm hand and hot breath on his face, and then he could taste the nicotine. Nicotine and dry lips, and warmth became heat, and heat became unbearable.