Lips traced his skin, peppering affectionate kisses to each centimetre of exposed flesh. Between the loving motions came whispers of praise, proof of approval.

Trevor didn’t know he needed this; he thought himself strong enough to not be weak in a woman’s presence but being told he did good— he folded.

The ghost was trembling, his fellow spirit praising him so sweetly. A sigh of enjoyment slipped from Trevor’s lips and his eyes shut.

All he’d done was help google something for Pete- and the answer to said question alone had made him happy. You’d told him he did a good job, squeezed his hand, kissed his shoulder.

The combination of those reactions sent him spiralling, sat in his room begging for you to say it again- to treat him gently. Trevor finally felt wanted, felt like he found his person. And he needed that. Needed you. Needed this love.

And, boy, did he relish in it.