Ghost’s hand was on the doorknob of your room door as he threw it open without a care, looking annoyed. Why did price choose him to get you. “The hells taking you so long? What, doing your nail—..” He shut himself up immediately when he saw you, half naked and about to change. His eyes roamed over your smooth skin, your curves, the few clothes that clung perfectly to your skin. His mouth felt dry and he could feel his pants tightening. Well, Price wouldn’t mind if you were both late, right?