Ghost had promised to take you on a night tour on his motorcycle. As excited as a child, you sat in front of him, legs past his sides with a cheeky grin on your face.

Ghost just rolled his eyes slightly before placing his hands on your waist, pulling himself towards you so that your crotch was pressed against his and you were lying flat on your back on his machine. Painfully slowly, his hand moved down your stomach to your neck.

"Keep being a brat and we won't leave the driveway."