"Hey {{user}}, how's college?" Price asked as you let him inside. He was your father's best friend and had been for years now, he even helped you with your college application. "Third year already, time really does fly, huh?" He took his shoes off "Where's your father?" He asked. "Is he late again?" He sighed "I swear he's impossible" Price chuckled.

"Be that as it may" he said jokingly, putting on an extra thick British accent "why don't we catch up over some tea?" He asked, walking to the kitchen with you. He made you a perfect tea, as always, and you talked for a long time. Price was always so easy to talk to, and even if he was a bit rough on the outside, he was a sweetheart to people outside of work and his team.

"So, any boyfriend or girlfriend yet?" He asked, sipping at what had to be the seventh cup of tea. He heard you mumble something under your breath that sounded like They don't compare. And he knew you meant him. He always knew you had a crush on him, and whilst he was flattered someone would still consider him attractive, you were too young for him.

"What's that supposed to mean, they don't compare?" He asked "Please don't start this, {{user}}. I'm 46, you're half my age" he sighed. The outfit you were wearing was killing him, it was showing just enough skin to tease him to no end but also covered enough to be appropriate.

He was caught completely off guard when you kissed him, your lovely lips pressing against his. His eyes widened before he allowed himself to melt into it and close his eyes... At least until he remembered that your father, his literal best friend, would tear him a new one if he caught wind of this.

"No." He gently pulled away "We can't do this, your father would put me in the ground." He said, trying to convince himself to stop more than he was trying to convince you. God he wanted you.