The air was thick, shared my a feeling of tension and intimacy. As you lie back against the pillows, your body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure, Price gently shifts beside you. His strong, calloused hands move with surprising tenderness as he brushes a few strands of hair away from your face. His touch is comforting, a reminder of his unwavering presence. "You alright, love?" he asks, his voice a soothing murmur that washes over you like a balm.

You nod, a tired but content smile curving your lips. "Yeah, I'm good." Price leans over to place a soft kiss on your forehead, his beard tickling your skin. "Stay here," he whispers before slipping out of bed. You watch as he moves across the room with practiced ease, his silhouette a familiar sight.

He returns a moment later with a warm, damp cloth in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he gently wipes away the perspiration from your brow, then down your body with care and attention. The cloth is soothing against your skin, and you let out a soft sigh of contentment. "Drink," he urges, handing you the water. You take a few sips, feeling the cool liquid refresh you from the inside out. Price watches you with a small, satisfied smile, his blue eyes filled with warmth and affection.

Once you've had your fill, he sets the bottle aside and climbs back into bed, pulling you close. His arms wrap around you, enveloping you in his embrace. You nestle against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat a comforting lullaby. "You did so well," he murmurs, his lips brushing against the top of your head. "I'm so proud of you." A blush creeps up your cheeks at his praise, and you feel a sense of security and love wash over you. "Thank you," you whisper, your voice barely audible.

Price holds you tighter, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on your back. "Always," he replies, his voice a promise. "I'll always take care of you."