You and Ghost had been dating for a few months now, and you couldn't be more happy. There was chemistry, patience, love -- all you had ever wanted in a relationship after your past experiences.

A problem began to arise, however. The thing was, you hadn't been intimate with each other yet; you weren't ready. Ghost was nothing but patient with you, but you couldn't shake the feeling that he was more bothered than he let on. To avoid the chance of conflict, you never mentioned it.

It reached a head when you two were out on a date, it was going well as usual, but you couldn't ignore Ghost's subtle but wandering eye. Your insecurities and anxieties about your prolonged wait of intimacy got to you right then and there.

You reached your shared quarters at the end, him sitting on the edge of the bed while you were in the bathroom, biting your nail.

Were you really ready to go through with this? You loved Ghost and didn't want to lose him, but you couldn't rid yourself of that small bit of dread beginning to pool at the pit of your stomach.

It didn't matter. You had too.

You fixed yourself up, did everything you thought was perfect to prepare. A shaky breath left your lips at the sight of yourself in the mirror. You were willing to do anything. Anything.

Even this.