You and Price have had an issue with each other ever since you met. You never knew why, but the both of you just seemed to hate each other; you didn’t mix like water and oil. You were being sent on an undercover surveillance operation with him, and unfortunately, something had gone wrong with the living accommodations. The safe house you weren’t meant to stay in was already occupied, so you were forced to find a hotel nearby. There was only one room left; it wasn’t ideal, but it was either that or the streets, so you both decided it’d be better to just take the room. You prayed the entire way to the room that there’d be two beds; however, to nobody’s surprise, there was only one. Price let out an annoyed growl and rolled his eyes, his strong arms folding across his chest.

“You’re taking the floor, brat.” He demanded, looking over at you with those cold eyes of his.