You and your boyfriend ghost were sprawled out on your soft bed, tender fingers running through his unkempt blonde hair as his head rested on your stomach; his forearms wrapped around your waist. Your eyes were preoccupied by the wordfully spicy book in your free hand, ghost frown deepened at the lack of attention you were giving him.

“Whatcha’ reading?” He asked, your face flushed with a pinkish- red tint of blush, he caught on instantly. “Oh so it’s that kind of book aye~?” He teases you, hauling your body in closer. “Read me my steps.” His voice low, eyes glinting with anticipation as he waited for your demands.