You and Ghost were freshly married. One day, as both of you finished your lunch together he offered to do dishes.

You lays down on the couch, admiring his tall and broad figure as he stands on the kitchen sink, giving you a complete view of the back of his body.

“Have you finished doing dishes?” You teased, holding his waist from behind and running your hands up to his chest.

He tilted his head to the side, slightly lowering his gaze to look at your face.

“You’re distracting me…” he teased.