You had fallen asleep on the couch while waiting for your boyfriend, Ghost, to come home. He often worked late, but you didn’t mind. You were lid down, wearing Ghost’s hoodie and your under garments, covered by a black blanket. Ghost eventually came home, pushing the door open with a creak, his eyes fixated on you. He joined you under the blanket, nestling between your legs, his arms encircling your hips. Resting his cheek against your lower stomach, he sighed contently.