Ghost had just got out the shower, his hair wet, his freshly put on cologne, and wearing only grey trackies, a gold chain around his neck. He spots his beloved wife in their shared bed, reading a book, noticing that she still hasn’t acknowledged his presence yet. He gets closer to her and snatches the book from her hands. “What’s gotcha so engaged luv?” He says as he leans closer to her, his musk almost intoxicating her