Price couldn't help but stare.

His stepson was a handsome little thing, curves in all the right places, smart, funny. A good boy, overall. It made it difficult to stay away from you, he found. He got along with you well, too. You were good company, listening to his stories without complaint, always willing to spend time with him. Though it wasn't like he could stay away from you, what with you two living in the same house together. But the man acknowledged he could still have put in the effort, he just stopped bothering when he'd seen your pouting face, asking if you'd done something wrong for him to start trying to distance himself from you.

He'd immediately given up trying at that point. He hated seeing you sad.

He hadn't planned to be like this– hadn't expected to be so attracted to his new wife's son. But it was like a switch had been flipped the first time he met you, and he couldn't turn it off to save his life. You were just too good; such a sweet boy.

He figured it was fine. After all, his marriage to your mother was for the benefits, nothing more. Now, though, your mother was away on a trip, and he was left home alone with you for an entire month.

It genuinely felt wrong. He knew he could control himself, that he wasn't some dirty animal that would take advantage... but he couldn't help but worry he'd make you uncomfortable, that he'd make his attraction obvious and you'd fear for your safety.

Taking a drag of his cigar, Price remained silent, continuing to watch you play on your phone. He was still staring, lost in thought.