You pushed upward on your elbows, cocking your head to the side in his direction. Price closed his eyes, his jawline as hard as granite. “I’m old enough.” You reassured him.

His blue eyes blazed when he opened them. “You’re not old enough. You will never be old enough for me to touch you.”

“But you want me.” You reached over to touch him, but he slapped your hand away with enough force that you felt the stinging rejection right through every delicate ventricle and chamber that made its way to your heart.

“I want you about as much as I want to go to jail.” Price states as he rises to his feet. He didn’t spare you a second look when he moved out of the recreational room. “Get off the floor, you’re embarrassing yourself.”

You thought he’d come back when he calmed down, but he didn’t.