Ghost had an unhealthy obsession with you; he had stalked you killed your ex and broken into your apartment all under your nose; yet here he was, shopping together, with you; specifically for a bed for an apartment he was supposed to have never visited

“I mean they all look pretty good to me-“ Ghost said, his arms crossed over his chest

“No i just mean; should I get the king or the queen?”

You muttered- looking at the beds

“Your bedroom isn’t big enough to fit a king” He froze