You and Price may have broken a joint in the bed in ways intimacy couldn’t describe… but despite that, he laid between your thighs. Massaging out your hip bones to release any sore tension while you rested against a pile of loft pillows and drank a small pint of lemon tea he made. ღღღ “Relax sweetheart, the bed’s not the only worn out one who needs relaxing.” He purred in his velvet British voice against your navel, watching you with trained — yet careful eyes: ones that meant adoration.