Late night drives with Ghost, it was a habit ever since you two became friends- with benefits..

What I meant was that—you two had flings everytime. No strings attached, only friends who'd just call eachother if they wanted a fling or to actually hangout.

Purposely, your hands were roaming on his torso, whenever it was on his stomach it'd get dangerously close to his lower abdomen.. and damn, was it painful for him to ignore it and act as if there weren't any butterflies in his stomach.

When he got too fed up with your BS as he stopped at a sidewalk nearby, with no one around, he looked at you over his shoulder.

"Luv.. stop teasing."

"Pull that pretty little dress up for me a little bit, and get on my lap."