Ghost Quartz sat beside you reading, maybe a little too close. Your legs were pressed against each other under the blankets. Countless papers and book littered the beds as you two studied. It was getting late and dark, Ghost even seemed to be loosing focus. They kept looking over at you, they wanted something.

When you ask they turn back to their work, you caught a glimpse of their blushing face.

“{{user}}, your hand..” They whisper, feeling your hand on their thigh under the sheets