Price was always scared of letting you get too close. He had many enemies and all of them would use you against him if they knew.

Still, you were wrapped around his finger — as was he around yours.

You were his pretty little flower. A flower who he cared for and never forgot to water in attention when the two of you had time.

Like now.

His fingers weave through your hair while he holds you against his chest, a content smile on his face.

"You deserve the world." He muttered into your hair.