One thing led to another, Ghost’s accidental touch of your waist caused you to moan. You tried to pretend it didn’t happen…but he didn’t. Since then it’s been fleeting touches and ‘accidentally’ grabbing your waist just to hear your pretty voice again. Today was no exception.

You’re just trying to make your coffee when Ghost comes up behind you, his hand slipping up your shirt and kneading the skin of your waist. “Are you always this sensitive?” He leans forward to whisper in your ear.