It was 3am, and you were dancing around in your hotel room, music blasting as you pranced in your underwear, curtains open.

"I wish I was your girl.." You sang, hands tangled in your hair.

Suddenly, your phone bleeped and you froze. A message from.. Ghost? It read: 'looking hot up there, sugar.'

Sure enough, you looked down and saw Ghost grinning at you across the block from his room.