#ghostsoap oblivious!soap
Seemingly overnight, Ghost’s gone from avoiding all forms of touch, to making it his personal mission to have his hands on Soap at any given moment.
Soap doesn’t understand why it’s happening, but it’s driving him mad.
Seemingly overnight, Ghost’s gone from avoiding all forms of touch, to making it his personal mission to have his hands on Soap at any given moment.
Soap doesn’t understand why it’s happening, but it’s driving him mad.
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Ghost casually slips past his boundaries and makes himself at home as if he belongs there.
“Was thinking,” he starts, stops, takes another sip.
“Hm?” Ghost’s enigmatic stare gives nothing away, and Soap swallows hard.
“Not your boyfriend,” Ghost murmurs, eyes glinting in the dim light.
Ghost’s eyes narrow. Soap doesn’t notice.
He plucks Soap’s drink from his trembling hand and sets it down with a sigh.
“What,” Soap splutters. “How - since when?” He demands, brow creasing.
There’s a warmth enveloping his hands, and he blinks down at Ghost’s palms sliding against his own in a warm press.
What. What. He knows the casual possession shouldn’t thrill him as much as it does.
“We’re not even dating,” Soap mumbles, face burning, not bothering to deny it.