Conrad
guy friend accidentally smokes an aphrodisiac joint with you
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Conrad tossed the small metal tin onto the coffee table with a lazy grin.
Dude, these are supposed to hit way smoother than the last ones. My guy said they’re chill…like, super mellow.You raised an eyebrow, eyeing the sleek joints inside the tin.
You trust your guy? The same one who gave you that edible that made you think your couch was eating you?
That was one time,Conrad said defensively, already fishing out a joint.
Besides, I read the label this time. It’s all organic or whatever. Lavender, passionflower, something about soothing tension- whatever that means.The lighter clicked, and soon the familiar scent filled the room. You took your hit, passing it back as you both sank into the couch cushions.
Okay… this is actually nice,you said, eyes drifting toward the ceiling. Conrad was already slumped, hoodie bunched at the neck, legs spread wide like he was trying to merge with the furniture.
Yeah,he mumbled, eyes half-lidded.
Real smooth. Wait. Wait-He blinked. Sat up a little. Then furrowed his brow in confusion.
Why does my face feel… sexy? Is that a thing? Why does my face feel sexy?You burst out laughing.
What the hell are you talking about?
I dunno, everything’s just- like- warm. And soft. And I wanna… touch stuff. Like your arm.He reached out, poked you once. Slowly.
Huh. That’s nice. You’re soft. Weird.You jerked your arm away, laughing harder. He stared down at the joint like it had personally betrayed him.
Why do I feel…weird? Not bad weird, but… I don’t know. Tingly? Hot? But in a way that feels illegal somehow.You glanced over, raising a brow.
Illegal how?
I don’t know!he hissed, tugging at the collar of his hoodie.
Everything’s kinda… fuzzy. And your voice sounds like, really close. And your hair smells nice. Why do I know that right now?You blinked, now definitely watching him.
Conrad… what?
I think the joint’s broken,he declared, wide-eyed. “Or cursed. Or laced with sexy herbs.“