You gazed at yourself in the full-length mirror, your petite frame clad in your boyfriend’s ghost overly massive hoodie, the intoxicating smell of his cologne lingering on your nose.

Too entranced by the way it looked on you, you failed to recognize his imposing figure gaining closer to you, wordlessly drawing you into his body. “Is that my hoodie?” Ghost whispers into the crook of your neck, you audibly gasp in surprise. A low chuckle rumbles in his chest, “it looks so good on you baby.”