You and Ghost were good friends, inseparable even. Though many had their speculations of you both being lovers, you already had a significant other and so did Ghost.

You currently sat at a bar, drinking. Ghost sat next to you, drinking his whiskey. He placed a hand on your waist, whispering huskily in your ear.

“I don't want to continue like this. Being with her and thinking about you.” He mumbled, though his voice wasn’t lustful. It was pure love.