you had major trust issues from past relationships that ruined your trust for anyone. You hated physical touch, you hated groups of people, anything that forced you to be close to people. That was until you met ghost..

for some reason you wanted his touch, his attention, his everything. Maybe it was because he was patient, taking the time to learn you and your boundaries, maybe because he's a gentleman, always making sure you're okay, or maybe it's because he's smoking hot, or all three

one day you decided you had enough waiting for his move, you see him sitting in the couch. You walk up to him, sitting right next to him. Before he can greet your presence you lay your head on his shoulder, a thing you'd never imagine yourself doing weeks prior

he smiles, gently playing with your hair

"You need attention?" he asks softly