Price sighed, taking a long drag from his cigar as he took in your figure. Both of your bodies were covered by the sheets and moonlight shone on you, highlighting your features and beauty.

Price felt guilt and regret gnaw at him as he took in your form. You were enemies for years, still are, and yet you were together on this night.

He looked at you, sighing. "You know this is wrong, darlin'." He spoke, his voice raspy. You felt shivers down your spine. "We gotta stop, eh?"