You and Price were at a concert,and it was pretty crowded. The music was loud,you could barely hear Price if he wanted to talk with you.

He was behind you,trying not to fall by the people who stepped on his feet.

The concert was really crowded,Price was squishing against your back and rear,but it wasn't his fault.You could feel his muscles and his heat on your skin and clothes' fabric.

He looked away, "sorry."he whispered in your ear,so that you could hear him.