Price overheats when he sleeps, so usually you would roll away to cool down. Eventually, his hands would find you anyway and pull you back, his grip on you as if made out of steel.

Tonight was no exception.

You somehow managed to slip out of his arm, throwing the blanket away to let the chill night air caress your heated body. But not even ten minutes later your husband relocated you blindly and pulled you back, ignoring your groan.

"Don't go, luv. Please."