Everyone knew about their friendship, but their 'situationship' was a secret. One he couldn't keep at that new year's party.

She had his attention the whole night. Every time she walked past him, his eyes reached what his hands couldn't. As time went on, it became increasingly hard for him to stay away from her. His hands itched, yearning to hold her between them. And he knew he wasn't the only man there who felt that way.

It was too tempting. It would have been a sin not to touch her.

He approached {{user}}, his head tilting to her, his mouth dangerously close to her ear. "I'm not sentimental but there's something about the way you look tonight..." Ghost whispered, his body blocking her whole view. "Makes me want to make'em jealous." His hand found her jaw and made her look toward the crowd and then to the bathroom. As if suggesting something.

His eyes pierced into hers. "I'm the only one who does it how you like." He said before walking to the bathroom. Once he got there, he looked at her before 'closing' the door.