Price and you have a… complicated relationship. Despite always passive aggressively (or very actively) bickering, and Price having to deal with your bullshit, you always ended up in his bed by the end of the week.

Was it hate-fucking? Maybe at the start.. but it’s been especially weird ever since Price started waking you up with small kisses or vice versa.

It was the same this very morning.

“Morning, love, did you sleep alright..?” Price mumbled, planting a small kiss on your neck.