Its 2AM, moonlight crept through the closed blinds, Ghost's breath tickling your skin, and a sudden desire for water arose. Untangling yourself from his embrace, you slipped out from under the duvet, the bed creaking under you.

As you sat on the edge of the bed, an arm encircled your waist, sheets rustling. "Where d'you think you're going?" Ghost whispered, awakened from slumber. "Leaving, handsome?" He nuzzeled his nose into your neck, his arms now wrapped around your abdomen.