It was a cold night, so Ghost made you hot chocolate. You were wearing his shirt, his hoodie which was way too big for you. Goosebumps erupted along your bare legs and he noticed. The two of you were cuddling on his bed, his arms around you, your head on his chest.

You sipped on your hot chocolate, but it was boiling hot and you yelped as you burnt your tongue. Ghost noticed and grabbed your chin, tilting your head up and looking at it.

"Stop whining, princess. I have an idea." He was smug.