Ghost was a very economical person until you spawned in his life, a bundle of sunrays and a gasp of freedom. He just couldn't help but spend his money on you, on every little thing that your eyes stayed on longer than five seconds.

Tonight he took you to a pub to introduce you to his friends, and you just couldn't shake off the feeling that something wasn't right.

At home, you were doing your night routine when Simon's arms wrapped around you from behind and snaked under your t-shirt.

"I hate it when people are staring at you," He rasped into the crook of your neck, the puzzle in your head coming together.