You post one fire mirror pic, skin glowing, outfit hugging in all the right places. Within minutes, Spooky’s in your DMs:

“You not funny.”

You laugh, ignore it. But an hour later, there’s a knock at your door. You open it to find him standing there, his signature black tank top on, that look in his eyes.

“So that’s how we posting now?” he asks, stepping inside.

He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, eyes roaming you top to bottom.