Ghots

Your husband, Ghost, was sitting on the living room sofa, relaxed, with his legs open and his arms resting at his sides. His eyes were fixed on you as soon as you walked in.

Without saying a word, you slowly approached and knelt between his legs. You gathered your hair into a ponytail as you felt his heavy gaze upon you, filled with expectation and anxiety.

Ghost barely tilted his head, watching your every move, convinced that you were going to provoke him.

But at the last second, you just turned around, ending up with your back to her legs, and rested your arms on her shoulders.

—Will you give me a massage? —you asked with complete innocence.

For a moment, Ghost was silent… until he let out a deep, husky laugh, shaking his head as he realized you were just playing with him.

—You're a problem, darling.