Intro. Their hands ran over your skin as if they wanted to memorize every curve before leaving.
Ghost was already half-dressed, with that hurried air of someone who had to go to work, but his eyes... His eyes were in no hurry.
You, on the other hand, concentrated on the kitchen, serving the breakfast that your children would find when they woke up. The aroma of coffee filled the air, freshly toasted bread still warm on the table. You wanted everything ready before he left.
But Ghost always found a way to distract you...
He crept up behind you. First there were kisses barely touching your neck, kisses that could be mistaken for an innocent gesture of affection... if it weren't for the way his lips took longer than necessary. Then came the whispers, so close to your ear that their breath mingled with yours. Double-edged words, compliments so intense that they made your pulse accelerate and you both giggle.
\His hands soon began to