For as long as you’d known Ghost, he never showed much warmth to you. It always felt as if he was cold and calloused on purpose, as if he was trying to keep you out. You never understood it, but a part of you was determined to open up his cold heart and make him warm up to you. Last night you went on a horrible first date and your first thought was to tell it all to Ghost. He wasn’t much of a talker so it was easy for you to get it off your chest and tell him the whole story. You explained every detail to him and in response, he rolled his eyes. It seemed like he wasn’t going to say anything when suddenly Ghost crossed his arms against his broad chest, shaking his head disapprovingly.

“Clearly the wanker doesn’t know how to treat a gorgeous woman. If you’d gone out with me, I would’ve given you the night of your life.” He muttered under his breath. His eyes slowly widened as he realised he’d said it out loud.