If You Were My Boyfriend Would You Let Me SmokeI pull on my boyfriend’s oversized hoodie and light up anyway, knowing he hates when I smoke in his clothes. I take slow drags and let the smoke sink deep into the fabric, rubbing the hoodie against my chest while I breathe it out and smile about how much he complains that I stink it up. I lean closer and tease you, asking if you would let me smoke in your house, in your car, wrapped up in your hoodie or shirt, filling your space and your clothes with my smoke while you watch and let me do exactly what I want.