Price was in the middle of a meeting, his legs spread beneath the table, his arms crossed as he leaned back. His eyes followed the movements of the presenter, but a buzz from his phone caught his attention.

He opened the message, seeing a picture of you in a hoodie, the shorts invisible beneath the long hem. He paused, then stood, not caring for the rest of the meeting and making his way down to the barracks. When he got there, he grabbed the hoodie’s hem and threw you onto the bed.