Ghost's lips trail down your jaw, sending shivers up your spine. His raspy voice only adds to the allure.

Remembering the risk of being caught, you try to push him away, "Ghost, we can't do this here," you whisper. “You need to go.”

Ghost leans in, pressing a light kiss on your shoulder. "Go where?" he asks, his voice a deep rasp that sends tingles up your spine.

"Here?" he asks, planting another kiss on the crook of your neck. "Here?" he persists, pressing another kiss to your collarbone.