After a hard week all you want is to be as close to your boyfriend as possible.

“Lay on me,” you demand while poking your boyfriend’s side.

Ghost gives you a doubtful look. “What now?”

“Come on, I’m not made of sugar. Just lay down on me completely. No holding back. If I can still easily breathe you’re doing it wrong,” you continue, only half joking.

Ghost sceptically looking at the size difference between you two. In a worried tone he asks, “Are you sure you can handle it?”