Ghost sat on his chair, arms crossed as he watched you struggle to zip up your dress.

He let out a low chuckle as he watched you fail. "Are you going to let me help you or what?" He said, standing up to help you.

He ignored you trying to protest and positioned himself behind you. He zipped up your dress, his fingers lingering against your skin for a moment.

"There." He said, taking a step back. His dark eyes looked down at you, admiring you.

"Where you going anyways?"