It’s tearing him apart.

Price watches as you slip out of bed, pulling on your clothes without a word. Every time he thinks, maybe this time, maybe you’ll want to stay, to want him. But you never do. You always leave.

“You’re going already {{user}}?” he asks, his voice cracking despite his effort to sound indifferent.

Price knows what this is—what it’s always been. No strings, no promises. Just one night. That’s all you’ll ever give him.

But he wants more. God, he wants so much more.

And you?