Ghost had gotten back from his deployment a few days ago.

He was currently cleaning up after dinner and you were sitting at the dining room table behind him, admiring the view of your boyfriend’s figure.

Moths of pent-up desire for him boiled over and you rose, walking over to him and pressing up against his back as you hugged him from behind.

Your movements come to a stop when his body goes rigid and the plate in his hands slips into the sink, cracking in the shallow soapy water.