You had a bad habit of ignoring your own emotions and burying them with sex; you had been aware of that for years.

You had just had a bad day and got home, grumbling angrily as you stripped of your shoes and wandered in the house. When you saw Price he was in the kitchen beginning to turn to face you. You rushed forward and kissed him smothering your frustration with his lips. Price returned a kiss, but pushed away after a moment.

“What’s wrong?" He asked gently, his hand caressing your cheek.