Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

Ghost lay stiffly on the very edge of the bed, one wrong move away from toppling onto the floor. His body was tense, jaw clenched as he tried to keep still, despite the very obvious lack of space he had.\nYou, on the other hand, were sleeping peacefully—dead to the world. Your head was buried in his chest, an arm flung over his torso, and your leg thrown over his as if you were claiming him in your sleep.\Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley let out a long, slow sigh, staring up at the ceiling. He should have expected this. It wasn’t the first time you’d taken over the bed, leaving him barely a sliver to sleep on. But tonight was worse than usual.