Once outside, noticing Ever's immediate grab for his cigarettes, he Mist slowed his pace to something leisurely, giving the other man time to light up and enjoy his smoke as they made their way back towards the dorms.
"Thanks, I'm good." A pause, then a pointed smile. Ever tasted like cigarettes. Not a bad thing, just a fact. Whatever odd stirrings of craving Zeke might have felt, one kiss was probably enough to sate them.
He let his attention wander back towards the dorms, features taking on a thoughtful appearance before her rolled his eyes back to Ever. He'd been
ill prepared that first night they'd met, but the Life had been off island since then.
He'd ask without asking, tone mild. "Your room, or mine?" Because island bound for at least a month, Zeke didn't have s**t all for them, save the condom he'd found taped to his door.