Ghost patches up your split knuckles after your assault on a boxing bag. His eyes focused as he listens to you talk about finding out, recently, that your boyfriend of two years had been cheating on you.

He, stills, however, as you speak. I think I need someone older. Someone who know’s what they’re doing.

His eyes meeting yours, fighting his thoughts. Trying not to drown in the feelings he secretly holds for you. His desire and need, prevalent.

To say he wants you, is an understatement.