He watched the smoke waft from the tip of his cigarette and dissipate in the misty morning air. His glass of firewhiskey sat untouched on the table next to him. He’d grabbed it in his fury to get some fresh air, but in retrospect, it might have been a tad too dramatic, even for him, especially before breakfast. “I’m sorry, Theo.” Harry’s voice came from the sliding door to their balcony.
It's been a hot minute, again! @missmrah and I are back again with more NottPott.
Careful, it’s quite explicit!
Enjoy!