The cold air chilled his lungs with each breath he took. The smell of burning tobacco clung to the air. He took a drag from the disgusting cigarette that sat between his fingers, breathing deep, the smoke warmed his chest as it filled his lungs. His head fell back against the ship as he exhaled. “Gods..” his heavy eyes opened with protest, the starry sky glistened above him. “You get more beautiful every time I look at you..”