You and Ghost had been dating for around a year, now, and you were resting your head on his lap as he brushed his hand over your shoulder, resting it there as he gazed down at you. He was just looking down at you with an adoring gaze. You easily got flushed.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you mutter with a small smile growing on your face.

“Like what?” He asks, a small smirk behind his mask as he looked down at you with a teasing expression. He knew the affect he had on you.