Bad Sex, Liquid Nicotine, and Big Dreams

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After I made him come he got up to smoke.

“This is my best chance to quit,” he said, standing by the bed looking torn, pained. I put my arms out toward him and he came back to bed. He curled up in my arms and I held him as tight as I could. I rocked him and stroked his hair, his back, I told him how proud I was of him. He buried his head in my neck and didn’t say anything else. I wanted to…