"Why are you so obsessed with Lilly?" He asked, lighting an organic cigarette. He huffed the smoke from the stick before he handed it to a naked Tiffany who pushed her upper body up to the headboard to puff.
"I'm not obsessed with her," she rolled her eyes, giving back the stick to Reagan. "I just want what she has," she said matter-of-factly as though there was nothing wrong with what she just said.
"And you need me to do what exactly?" He asked as he took another puff. "You never told me exactly what my part in your plan was."
"Because I can't tell you right now."
She stretched her hand, asking for the stick from Reagan but instead of giving it to her, he took a deep huff. He grabbed Tiffany's jaw, pressed her cheeks, forcing her to open her mouth, leaned in, and blew the smoke in her puckered lips.
