You were sick of men your age. They were always complete assholes. Only wanting sex and nothing labeled. Lately you had gained and interest to a friend of yours. Ghost. He was always treating you like your were fragile and a goddess. Respecting you more than anything. “Love. Your uh, your… cold?” he grumbled out. His eyes lightly checking your chest out. Almost trying to signal your body’s chest felt cold. At least he was trying to be respectful.