Page 129 of The Love of Priest

He nodded as he turned the vehicle off to get out. "It's whatever you want it to be."

He shrugged while getting out of the vehicle. He made his way around, helping Britain out of the car. They walked toward the entrance of the diner with his arm tossed around her shoulders as she wrapped her arms around his torso. They entered the homey restaurant, and the sweet aroma of syrup and brewing coffee invaded their noses. Priest wasn't much of a breakfast type of guy since he usually ate later in the day, but Britain had him up and active at all times since they had been together, so he indulged in breakfast meals more than he used to.

They were greeted upon arrival before being appointed a booth in the far back where Priest preferred. Seated, Priest and Britain thanked the waitress for their menus before she gave them some time to make their decisions.Priest decided on a simple breakfast of an omelet and bacon with a side of hash browns. Britain fell into the deep temptation of her sweet tooth and got red velvet pancakes with eggs. They both enjoyed their breakfast with coffee, not wanting to start feeling sluggish throughout the day.

"I set up a session with a stylist to have you fitted for the gala," Priest informed her. With the day of the gala right around the corner, Priest put forth the effort to get not only himself together, but also Britain, J'Ru, Kaymen and Jazzy.

Taking Jazzy was a last-minute thing, but he figured why not. She deserved the night just as much as Britain did.

"This feels kind of surreal." Britain smiled with a dreamy look in her eye.

"Yeah?" he chuckled. "I don't want you letting anyone put you in anything you don't want to wear. You gotta be vocal about what you want and don't want," he advised her.

Britain nodded her head, taking in the advice. She had never been hands on with a stylist, so she needed all the advice she could get.

Priest and Britain enjoyed conversation with each other over breakfast. Britain grew a bit sidetracked when she glanced out the window of the diner, noticing Cyro stepping out of his chartered black-on-black SUV.

"P, why is Cyro here?" Britain leaned in, whispering as if she were letting out highly classified information.

Priest waved her off. "It's cool," he assured her. "He's doing what he has to do."

Britain continued to eye Cyro as he neared Priest's vehicle. She observed him take the leather bag from the back seat where Priest left it and smoothly transfer it to the trunk of his SUV. She was a bit amazed by how unnoticed he went.Priest glanced in the direction of the window, seeing Cyro get into his SUV and pull off just as quickly as he came.

"Question." Britain raised her hand as if she were a student.

Priest found her curiosity amusing most of the time, so he chuckled before gesturing for her to proceed with her question. "Does Cyro ever sleep?" she asked. "He's like always around."

"Everyone sleeps,Gioia," Priest laughed. "I'm sure he does, though. He lives in the same building as the penthouse. I have no idea what he does in his free time," Priest shrugged.

"When's his birthday? You should really bake him a cake or something. You couldn't pay me to be out of my bed at eight in the morning to do what he just did," she scoffed while shaking her head.

"I got you sitting here, out of your bed at eight in the morning," Priest pointed out with a smug, ego-driven smirk.

Britain smacked her lips with an eye roll. "This is different," she claimed. "You're feeding me."

Priest leaned over the table, applying his lips to hers. A joyous smile invaded her face as her eyes gazed into his. "You're making this hard for me," she mumbled as they clasped their hands together.

Priest leaned back in his seat. "Making what hard?"

Britain sighed before responding. "Accepting," she eased out before glancing away from him.

Priest licked his lips before pushing his plate aside. He grabbed ahold of Britain's other hand to hold them both. "We'll take it day by day," he vowed.

Once they wrapped up breakfast, they left the diner. They headed back to Britain's place, where they decided to just relax for a few hours before they headed their separate ways to tend to different matters of their own day.Britain straddled Priest's waist as he laid with his hands behind his head, just looking up at her. To the right of him, Priest felt Britain's phone vibrate on the bed. It was evident that she was doing whatever she could to pay the phone no mind, but Priest wasn't. He reached his long arm over, grasping the device just to see Jadey's name flash across the screen.

"You're still doing this, Brit?" Priest sighed as he sat the phone down, not answering the call just as Britain preferred.

Britain looked down at her hands, which were planted on his muscular chest. "Yeah," She muttered with a sheepish nod. Britain had admitted that she missed Jadey after Priest told her Jadey was stressing Kaymen regarding their friendship being up in the air. Priest just didn't understand why Britain was being so stubborn when she clearly missed Jadey as well.

"You miss her,Gioia," he reminded her.

Britain scoffed dramatically. "Don't remind me."

"But you do, though," Priest continued. "Now you're no longer just putting a strain on her. You're putting a strain on yourself too."

Britain let out a groan as she threw her head back in frustration. "You're so much more handsome when you're not convincing me to talk to Jadey," she huffed, causing Priest to laugh.

"Alright then. I'm done," he surrendered. "She's gonna be at the gala, though." He mumbled the last part slyly.

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