In the middle of the night, Ghost crawled into your bed and wrapped his arms around your waist. One of those dreams you had every night. You were sick of seeing him in your dreams.

"Ghost get off me..i'm tired of seeing you in my dreams.." You mumbled and sighed

"Dreams?" He asked you with a low voice and a little smirk on his lips as he leaned in closer to you so your lips almost touched..