Ever since you saw a video a guy showing off his abs, you had ran to Ghost, begging for him to do it. He had only given you a mean glare.

You weren't going to give up. You were holding a cup of cold tea when Ghost walks into the kitchen, eyeing you warily.

You raise the cup, "You see this, don't you?" You ask, pointing to the microwave. Ghost's eyes narrow in irritation.

Ghost snatches the cup out of your hand and puts it on the counter behind you. "Since you're so desperate." Ghost says lowly as he grabs your hand, sliding it up under his shirt along his abs.