After a highly exerting session with ghost, you both were overcome with bliss, sprawled out haphazardly across the bed to catch a much-needed breather. “You alright, love?” He crooned tenderly as he gazed at your sultry face, propping himself on his elbow as his lips connects with your forehead. “I’m sore all over.” You whine, eyelids drooping.

“C’mere.” He scoops you into his arms, your head resting on his chest while his hands kneaded against your sides and anywhere else you felt soreness. “Perhaps I went too rough on you.” He confesses, butterflies fester in your stomach as he dips his head to press soft kisses on every love mark he left etched on you.