Page 18 of The Love of Priest

Britain folded her arms across her chest while peering down at him as he reclined in her favorite spot. She wanted to let out something witty, but she refrained from doing so since he was allowing her to take up some of his time with a shower.

"Remote is next to the lamp. Help yourself to whatever is in my kitchen, Except for my candy. I will go to war with you about my sweets," she warned. Britain was letting him slide with sitting in her spot, but her candy was a whole different topic.

Priest let out an amused snicker, finding her infantile ways amusing. "You don't have to trip. My sweet tooth is gone for the rest of the day," he assured her.

"Mhm," she hummed out while side eyeing him. "That's what they all say."

While Britain went ahead to freshen up from the hell-like heat that encapsulated her mother's office, Priest simply sat back and relaxed. He enjoyed the silence, especially since lately, he hadn't been getting much of it. His phone was constantly going off with people giving him heads ups about what the media put out about him, not to mention the number of times his lawyer called him in a day to keep him updated on his trial. Priest definitely wasn't buckling under pressure, but he sure as hell needed a vacation, which he wouldn't be getting since the courts deemed him a flight risk. His fatigue began getting the best of him, and his head slowly drifted back as his eyelids shuttered down. In the distance, he could hear the water running in Britain's shower.

As soon as he felt himself drift off into a slumber, he opened his eyes, adjusting his slouched posture. There was no way he could fall vulnerable and get lost in sleep while he was at Britain's apartment. Although she was unfolding the deepest and darkest portions of his life, Priest still didn't trust her, and it would take more than a while for him to do so.

Running his calloused hands down his handsomely constructed face, he woke himself. Priest took Britain up on her offer to her kitchen. Navigating through the fairly small apartment, he found the kitchen with ease. A clean kitchen was always a joy for him, and Britain seemed to find joy in it as well. Her counters were spotless, along with her appliances. The floors were so polished and tidy, Priest could slightly see his reflection within the tiles. Absolutely nothing littered her counter tops or her sink. Everything was picture-perfect.

Reaching his hand out, Priest opened the fridge and couldn't help but to chuckle at the fact that everything was stocked as if it were in a grocery store, and it was color coded. Britain had some serious OCD, which Priest picked up on whenever they went out because Britain made it a requirement to stack their empty plates neatly to make the clean-up process less of a hassle for the waitress. If one thing was out of place, she would let out a bothered sigh and stack the plates up all over again.

Scanning his eyes over the inventory of the fridge, Priest helped himself to a bottle of water. Standing at one of her counters, he chugged down the bottle of water in one go.

"Thirsty much?" Britain teased while shuffling into view. Priest hadn't noticed she had wrapped up her shower. With a light laugh, Priest gazed down at her. She had changed into a pair of oversized sweats and a basic graphic tee shirt that she chose at random. Since coming across her at Remy's place, Priest hadn't seen her dressed up and glammed up since. He honestly preferred it that way. Britain was constantly busy throughout the week, so she leaned toward her minimalist style, causing her raw beauty to speak for itself. Priest had to admit that out of all the time he'd spent with Britain, right now she looked the best. She was comfortable and effortlessly gorgeous. Her hair was out of the bun and damp, causing it to hang at her shoulders. Britain had ridded her face of any make up, causing her complexion to glow and a natural highlight to be visible.

Priest leaned against the counter with his arms folded across his chest. "Always talking shit, yo," he chuckled, causing Britain to shrug. Priest and Britain went back and forth a few times since they were both witty at the mouth and always wanted the last word, but it was all fun and games.

Britain trudged into the kitchen, bypassing him with a chortle. She reached up, opening one of her cupboards and revealing her sacred stash of sweets. "Ouu, a man of your word. You really didn't touch my sweets." She nodded in satisfaction.

Priest nodded confidently. "Maybe some other time. That milkshake did it for me." Britain, who could binge on sweets forever, went ahead and grabbed herself a snack-sized pack of watermelon flavored Sour Patch Kids.

"You're missing out, buddy," she shamed Priest while opening the candy.

"I bet I am." He let a smirk play out on his lips. Britain exited the kitchen, and he followed. She ended up claiming her favorite spot as her own, but that didn't stop Priest from reclaiming his spot on the sofa as well. Britain stale-faced him before she ended up in laughter. "What you laughing for?" Priest asked with his head leaned back against one of the pillows that decorated the sofa.

"The fact that you find it okay to be in my favorite spot, all up in my personal space," Britain told him with a fraudulent attitude that she played out well with a roll of her eyes. He gazed around the apartment, his eyes landing on the other couch that was adjacent to the one they were both seated on. He definitely wasn’t giving up his spot next to her to go sit all the way over there.

"I ain't in your personal space." Priest reached out and placed his hands on her sides. "Now I'm in your personal space." He licked his lips as Britain gazed into his hooded eyes. In one swift movement, Priest secured Britain's body in his strong arms and moved her onto his lap so she was now straddling him.

Britain blinked at him as if she were trying to figure out what she should do next. Just like before they entered the apartment, Priest found Britain's rare silence and timidness comical. "Finally got you to shut the fuck up, huh?" He smirked.

Britain rolled her eyes. "Shut don't go up," she retorted childishly.

Priest laughed. "Your heart rate going up." She jumped at the feeling of Priest's palm being gently planted against her chest. Her body defied her mind’s instruction as a content expression etched his face at the feeling of her heart pounding against her chest in nervousness.

"I don't sugarcoat things," Britain shakily let out. "Yes, I am nervous sitting on your lap, but I'm somewhat intrigued to find out what your next move is," she admitted truthfully as she tried to contain herself. Priest was making it harder than she expected. Lust blistered through his dark orbs as he tucked his bottom lip between his perfectly aligned teeth that were white like porcelain.

The intense eye he had on her was slowly causing Britain to fold up. Priest was more than just handsome. After the three days the two spent together just talking, she was pleased to discover that he held a lot of substance, and his intelligence did not fall short. He was generous, thoughtful, and considerate, but that only made Britain wonder how he could be those things after being screwed over by the world so much.

Priest could tell Britain was in deep thought by the way her eyes seared into his without a sense of nervousness. Her small, cold hands had now found their way from his shoulders to cup the sides of his face.

"You're stronger than you think, you know that?" Britain's voice was low and soothing to his ears. Priest felt a sense of ease wash over him after Britain's encouraging words resonated with him. He was so used to everyone just expecting him to be aware of his strength. He battled the courts day to day, along with the media, and it didn't stop there since he knew a lot of people out in the streets wanted his head. It was just nice to get some reassurance because honestly, he sometimes doubted himself.

Priest had yet to let Britain into his current dealings. They were still traveling through his childhood and upbringing. He knew when he fully opened up about the things he had done and had to do, she would be a little taken aback, but that was truly his story. Whether or not she was accepting of it would determine if he would pursue her. He didn't want any skeletons to be hidden in the closet for her to discover unexpectedly. Just like he would like to know what he was getting himself into, he was sure Britain would appreciate the same.

He lifted his right hand from Britain's side and lightly caressed her face. Her chestnut shaded eyes were full of sincerity, causing Priest to feel compelled to delve into the risky waters of Britain. He inched closer to her, and their lips brushed over each other's. Her hands pulled themselves from the sides of his face before reclaiming their place on his broad and built shoulders. Priest leaned in, applying his lips to Britain's, and they immediate melted into the feeling of affection from one another. Britain wrapped her arms around his neck while he secured his massive right hand behind her neck so he could lead the kiss in dominance.

Their tongues slipped into each other's mouths slowly and euphorically. Britain felt a shiver slither up her spine as Priest controlled the pace of the kiss. It was mild and wasn't messy at all. Nothing felt rushed since they were both taking their time and getting acquainted with each other on a much more personal level. Britain felt her heart palpitating against the surface of her chest while thoughts rushed her mind one after the next. She wasn't sure how they managed to get themselves into this position, but from the jolt of exhilaration that sparked within her from the collision of their lips, she couldn't say she cared to figure it out.

A sudden vibration coursed its way through from his phone that was in his front pocket. As much as they didn't want to put an end to the delightful feeling of having their lips against each other's, they pulled away. Timid as ever, Britain got off his lap so she could think about what had just occurred. She was willing to give him some privacy for the phone call, so she opted to get up, but Priest stopped her from doing so with the grip of her waist.

"Yo," Priest answered the call.From the caller ID, he was aware that it was J'Ru calling.

"Yo, check the news now," J'Ru told him with a sense of urgency and annoyance sounding off in his tone. Whatever story the news was airing had him pissed.

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