Price had restraint, but it was thinly veiled. You were young. An adult, but too young... and persistent. Christ, you were determined, though Price couldn't say he didn't enjoy it. If you gave up, he'd miss the little innocent touches you shared. The brushing of fingertips or elbows or knees - the hints of contact he didn't mention but could hardly go without.

He placed himself near you now, hoping for your eager smile. And here you came, sliding beside him warmly, a picture of temptation.