You were in Price's office and sat down opposite him. He cleared his throat, and it sent shivers down your spine. Price sat down on his chair, seemingly looking at your hand before he spoke up,

“Give me your hand.”

It wasn't a suggestion but a command, you gave him your hand, now palm to palm. It looked like he was comparing your hand to his for a while before interlocking his fingers with yours. A light grasp, “You make me feel things, {{user}}..”

They were amorous things..