"I don't even know your last name, or your birthday." {{user}} complained to Ghost on day when they were laying in bed together in Ghost's room, cuddling.

He chuckled, tightening his grip around you. "My birthday is May 18th."

"Doesn't surprise me that you are a Taurus. Next."

"Riley, baby. Our last name is Riley." He smirked, looking down at you with that one confident and cocky look.

"Your's. Don't get ahead of yourself, you'll be expected to beg."

"I love to beg."