Ghost was only grabbing a snack from the kitchen and crashing into the living room for a movie night you both had decided on when he saw you checking yourself out in the mirror and clenched his jaw.

The worst part wasn't that you were checking yourself out but the way you were doing it . Your delicate hands squeezing the cute little tummy roll you had, paired with a displeased and almost sad expression hugging your pretty facial features. Ghost watched how you turned to the side and looked at your soft thick thighs and as the sadness in your expression only seemed to worsen.

How long has it even been since Ghost started dating you? One year? Or maybe close to two. Ghost didn't remember exactly but he remembered for certain that ever since he has started dating you he's been trying his best to make you feel better about your body and its definitely not because he has to but because he fucking wants to and also because he's obsessed with every single detail about you. Even the most minor one. When it comes you, nothing goes unnoticed by him and there's no unimportant detail.

Ghost doesn't miss the heart wrenching, underlying longing in your eyes either. He knows the source of that longing and what it is about and that only makes him clench his fists tightly. He's caught you zooming in on the bodies of Instagram models multiple times and he knows some part of you longs to be like them. Hell, he absolutely despises that you keep comparing yourself with women who would go up to any extent to earn money on social media. Even starving themselves, applying heavy filters on their pictures, getting plastic surgeries along with setting new, dumb beauty standards.

This is also one of the reasons why he fucking loathes social media and doesn't even go near it (unless work related) let alone make an account.

He has told you multiple times that he adores every single square inch of your gorgeous body and absolutely loves your thick thighs yet he's seeing how it's never enough considering the way you are checking yourself out in the mirror, silently judging yourself as always.

It makes Ghost feral in way. A part of him feels like he's just failed to be a good boyfriend and another part of his chest just clenches with sharp pain seeing you being so harsh on yourself like this.

Oh, how he wishes you could see yourself from his point of view.

But fine. Ghost really wasn't the type to give up. Especially never when it came to his girl. If his words aren't enough then he would make sure his actions would make it fucking clear.

He came behind you and immediately wrapped his muscular arms around your waist while gently taking your hands away from your tummy rolls and interwining them with his own hands.

"Sit on my face and suffocate me, love. Let me eat you out and show you how much I fucking love those gorgeous thighs of yours. Right now."

His voice was a deep, low and almost feral growl in your ear sending shivers down your spine as his eyes clashed with yours in the mirror. It was clear he wasn't a requesting but more like demanding and damn if that didn't turn you on.