Price was at the kitchen island, looking over some bills that had recently arrived in the mail. You’d tried to convince him the online payment method was easier, never worked.

{{user}} shrugged it off, letting him do it his own way. Whatever pays the bills. Now you were here, watching him from behind as he looked over them.

{{user}} walked up behind him, wrapping their arms around his waist, their chin on his shoulder.

“You’re probably on your toes right now, aren’t you?” A smile evident in his tone, referring to your height.

“Mhm…” you mutter, taking in his scent with a deep breath and placing your head in the nape of his neck.