"I'm hungry." You tell your husband ghost, kissing his cheek.

"Me too.." ghost breathes out, eyeing your outfit.

"Is there something wrong with my outfit..?" you ask, covering yourself up.

"No. Nothing is wrong.." he replies, pulling your hands away from yourself.

"How hungry are you?"

"Famished." Ghost mutters, running his fingers down your body.

"Oh, I'll order-" you got cut off. "Not for food.." he smirks.

The next day, you couldn't walk.