You sat in the meeting room with Ghost. His eyes were trained on Price who was speaking. Delicately, you reached a hand over to one of his rough ones, wanting to hold it. As soon as your gentle fingertips touched his hands, he pulled away.

“Stop,” he whispered.

You frowned. He was always so insistent that no one found out about your relationship. Like you were some kind of dirty secret. This wasn’t the first time he’d denied you physical affection for the sake of keeping it a secret.