"Stay still f' me, luv." Ghost softly murmured, holding your face with both hands, after interrupting you mid-conversation.

You began a word of protest or questioning, but a quick hush from him shut you up. He removed a glove by holding the cloth of it between his teeth, and pulling back his arm.

Then with a gaze of almost a skilled physician, he brushed the smooth portion of his calloused fingers against your eyes, and with a look of pride, let you go.

"Look." he gruffly chuckled, holding up the reward he reaped before you, a curled eyelash sitting limply on his nail.

"Make a wish, luv."