Page 134 of The Love of Priest

Britain let out a deep sigh. "It was interesting," she admitted. "He kind of put two and two together about us," she chuckled lightly. "Wants to have a talk with you."

Priest released a light laugh. "I've had plenty of those talks. I think I'm good," he assured her. "How does he feel about it, though?"

Britain shifted closer to Priest, sitting with her feet tucked underneath her as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "He's not happy about it," Britain mumbled.

Priest sighed. "I can see why." He nodded in understanding. "He wants us to go our separate ways?"

Britain shrugged her shoulders. "He just doesn't want me to get too caught up. I have a tendency to?—"

Priest interjected, finishing her statement. "Over invest yourself and not get the same in return. I do that too."

"I know, which is what I was trying to explain to him. I don't think he's upset about me being with you since he thinks you're a wonderful man," Britain explained.

"I owe that to him," Priest praised Remy.

"I think he's more worried about your situation and me getting wrapped up in it," Britain said to Priest.

Priest looked over his shoulder at her. "You told him I won't do that to you, right?"

Britain swiftly nodded her head. That was actually the first thing she made sure to clarify. Priest was adamant about Britain not being involved in anything he did. Her place was to be his woman. He wouldn't make her do anything out of the ordinary to put her in the line of danger.

"He wants to speak to you soon, so I think you should reach out tomorrow," Britain suggested.

"Heard'ju," he agreed. "I'm about to get in the shower. Maybe afterward you can tell me what got you sitting in bed in the middle of the night with such a long face." His raspy voice eased through the canals of Britain's ears.

He angled himself until he was facing her. She looked guilty, as if she had just gotten caught. "Whenever you're ready." He leaned into her, applying a light kiss to the corner of her plump lips.As he waded to the bathroom to start the shower, Britain couldn't mask the small smile that spread across her face. He noticed everything when it came to her.

Britain could overhear Priest get into her shower. She had to gather herself before she could tell Priest what really had her bothered. To her left was her journal that she had penned a few things in before Priest had come in. She hadn't written in it in a while, so it felt kind of foreign to her now.

Britain let out a deep sigh before getting out of the bed. She stripped herself of the panties and the oversized shirt she had on and sauntered toward the bathroom. Priest's steamy shower had already began fogging the room, causing the mirror and the sliding glass doors of the shower to blur with condensation.

After wetting his head underneath the shower, Priest ran his hand down his wet face. He glanced over to his left, seeing Britain's bare body. A smirk appeared on his face as he nodded to Britain, inviting her into the shower.Britain pulled the sliding door back, entering the shower with him. She grabbed the loofa from Priest's hands, giving it a light squeeze and causing the runny suds of the cucumber scented body wash to seep out of it. She rubbed it along his back, cleaning him soothingly.

"I'm gonna stop taking care of my mom," Priest announced with a deep sigh as he kept his attention straight ahead.

This was a shock to Britain. Sylvia was a touchy topic for Priest. Although pretty much everyone around him had come to the conclusion that she was unworthy of the phenomenal treatment Priest gave her, he was blind to her foul ways. All he wanted was to have someone around. He clung to Sylvia so much, despite her constant neglect, because she was present sometimes and she acknowledged him. Priest knew the relationship he had with his mother was as toxic as ever, but those were just the cards he was dealt.

"What made you decide that?" she asked in a light voice.

Priest shrugged his broad shoulders as he rotated around to face her. "I'm putting shit into perspective, I guess." He peered down at her.

"I hope you're making that decision for you and not to please anyone else." She raised a brow at him.

In return, he nodded. "All me," he asserted.

Britain smiled up at him as she wrapped her arms loosely around his neck. "I'm proud of you, P." She pecked his tender lips.

A sly smile outlined his lips as he wrapped his arms around her. "‘Preciate it, Gioia."

Rotating around, Priest and Britain swapped places so she was directly under the shower head. Priest took a step back, gazing at her bare body in awe. His hands traced her curvy sides as he craned down and kissed Britain's lips. The water rained down on them both, easing their bodies of the stress they had endured throughout the day.

"I love you," Priest mumbled against her lips.

Britain broke out into a smile in the midst of the kiss. "I love you too," she professed.

Priest's left hand trailed its way downward, his gentle touch against her wet core causing Britain's breathing to hitch. Slowly, he rubbed his fingers over her pearl in a circular motion. He and Britain locked eyes with each other, lust invading their eyes.

Priest craned down, applying his soft lips onto Britain's wet skin. His kisses trailed from her jawline down to her neck. The sensual touch caused light moans to flutter out of Britain as she held onto his muscular arms.

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