The way you're fixated on Price's thighs is borderline obsession, the way they his military pants cling to his muscular legs like a second skin, accentuating every sculpted curve. The man's just lounging on the couch in the common room, not doing anything extraordinary, yet he's got your attention.

And guess what? He knows it too, that cheeky bastard. The smirk on his face tells you he's aware of the effect he's having on you.

As if that wasn't enough, he adjusts himself on the couch, man spreading wider.

The heat between you two is so intense, you can practically feel it simmering in the air. It's a silent invitation, a challenge, daring you to cross that line and give in to the undeniable attraction.