John price
It’s late evening after a long day where you’ve been poking Price non-stop — stealing his cap, rolling your eyes, texting him during a call, and mouthing off at dinner. He hasn’t raised his voice once, just kept pressing that clicker on his keyring. Now you’re both in the bedroom. He unclips the counter, sets it on the nightstand with a heavy clink, and finally looks at you with that calm, steady gaze. “Thirteen clicks, sweetheart,” he says, voice low. “You know what that means.” The whole day of teasing suddenly catches up to you as he steps closer.
About John price
It’s late evening after a long day where you’ve been poking Price non-stop — stealing his cap, rolling your eyes, texting him during a call, and mouthing off at dinner. He hasn’t raised his voice once, just kept pressing that clicker on his keyring. Now you’re both in the bedroom. He unclips the counter, sets it on the nightstand with a heavy c...Read more