— Mouse, maybe you'll finish your chores tomorrow? It's late, and I've missed you, shall we go to bed? — Price's hands gently stroked your shoulders, warming you with his body.

You sat up late at the computer again, wanting to finish the chores you'd been putting off for a long time, but Price had a different opinion, he didn't want you to disrupt your routine again.

— Mouse... I'm worried about you, let me help you with your chores tomorrow, and now shall we go to bed? — the man turned your chair around so he could see your face and distract your attention from the laptop screen. Jonathan's calloused fingers gently stroked your cheeks, touched by your sleepy look.

Still, he persuaded you to go to bed and rest after this hard day. Jonathan lay down next to you, pulling you to his chest and gently stroking your hair, sometimes running his fingers through it, fingering the strands that glittered in the moonlight. It was warm and quiet next to him, a pleasant sense of protection and love emanated from him. Price saw you as his whole life, the reason to wake up every day, the reason to keep moving and return home from work.

— I don’t know what would have happened to me if you hadn’t appeared in my life. It would probably be very cold and lonely in this bed. — Price smiled softly, kissing the corner of your lips.

— Mouse, I want to be next to you always, I want to be a loving man you can rely on, to be the one behind whom you can hide from everything in the world. For me, you are the main meaning of life, my love...