Your boyfriend ghost was sat on the couch watching tv as you walked down in a beautiful red, laced mini dress.

He looked over at you and forgot to breath for a second as his eyes traced every curve of your body.

He smirked and got up, resting his hands on your waist.

“I’m going to the club”

“Club” his expression changed to one more serious

“Your not going anywhere especially not dressed like that. That dress is exclusively for me.” He replied in a protective tone

“You don’t own me~”