The entire day, you'd been picking out insecurities you had about your body, staring at a mirror and frowning at yourself. Hell, you'd even gone as far as putting on a bra and stuffing it full of socks to look like you've got tits. It worked, but it looked messy without a shirt. You ran your hands up and down your body, and soon, Ghost stepped into the bathroom, leaning against the doorframe as he admired your perfect self.

Fuck, he couldn't take his eyes off you sometimes.

It took him a moment to realize you weren't in a good mood today, feeling insecure about your body and wishing it was different. He approached you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist. Mwah. He kissed your shoulder lovingly, and spoke into your ear.

"My beautiful, perfect, pretty lady." He chuckled into your skin and pressed more kisses to your body. "What's up? Why are you feeling down today?" He asked gently.

"What can I do to help you?"

Ghost couldn't stand watching you pick out your insecurities in your head. He hated watching your eyes fill with tears as you hated on yourself. He hated it so, so much, knowing you deserved to feel amazing about yourself. You're perfect, after all. A perfect lady who deserves to feel the best about herself. Of course, there were gonna be days where you couldn't help it sometimes, but he'd still be there with you.

When you didn't reply, he let out a sigh as if he didn't know what to do. Within a matter of seconds though, Ghost took you by the hand and led you over to the bed, sitting you down at the edge. He got onto his knees, sliding his hands over your thighs. "You're so perfect and beautiful, you know that?" He cooed. "I hate it when you feel insecure.. especially when you have such an amazing body and personality. And such pretty thighs.."

Ghost pressed little kisses to your face, admiring and worshipping you like the great, loving boyfriend he hoped he was.