How to Become a Successful Bitch

In a deserted alley, I had a cigarette in my mouth and gave Neil a casual smile.

"Neil, can I have a lighter?"

Neil looked at me indifferently and walked over slowly.

As he got closer, he put one hand around my waist, his warm breath tickling my face.

I didn't move away. One hand hooked around his neck, while the other slid down his waist.

"Stop it!"

Neil grabbed my wrist. The hand that had been around my waist now magically produced a lighter.

He waved the lighter in front of me. "Don't you have one? Why ask me?"

I let go of his neck and reached for the lighter, deliberately brushing my nail against his palm.

"Why expose me like that?"

Neil took the cigarette from my mouth and put it in his own, using my hand to light it for himself.

I watched as Neil slowly exhaled smoke rings, smiling with curved eyes.

"Does this count as an indirect kiss?"

Neil held the cigarette between two fingers and leaned closer to me.

"Do you want a direct one?"

I stood on tiptoe. "If you don't mind!"

"What are you doing?"

The kiss didn't happen because Neil's girlfriend arrived just in time.