Page 34 of The Love of Priest

He reclined the seat to his liking, causing Britain to laugh lightly. "You look nice," she complimented him while rubbing her hand over the gray and white tracksuit he was sporting. A smug smile crept onto his face, his appreciation of the endearing compliment showing.

"‘Preciate it." He licked his lips, causing Britain to fall deeper into the trance of him. "You're looking good too," he praised her. "I fuck with these joints." He pointed down to the pair of high-top Rick Owens she had on to compliment her outfit.

"Well, thank you," she accepted the compliments.

Priest sat up from his reclined position, leaning over the console and applying a light kiss onto Britain's lips. "C'mon," he said while preparing to get out of the vehicle.

"Wait," Britain called after him, causing him to stop before he got the chance to open the door. He eyed her, a questioning expression etched on his face. "Does anyone out there know my father?" she uttered, slightly nervous now that his eyes were searching her for an indication of what had her so hesitant.

Priest's hard stare panned out into a much softer one before he let out an amused laugh. "I thought you was grown?" He smirked at her, reminding her of what she had declared just a few days before.

Britain scoffed. "Well, my bad for trying to look out for you." She waved him and his little sly remark off.

Priest laughed. "Let me look out for you," he told her in an assuring manner. "Besides, nobody out there got room to question what we have going on. You're my business, and I'm yours," he finalized in a much more serious tone, compelling Britain to nod her head. Priest proceeded to get out the car before walking around it to assist Britain. He opened and held her door for her before shutting it while she locked her car up. With his arm thrown over her shoulder, Priest kept Britain close as he made his way to where he was hanging prior to her arrival.

Priest noticed that Britain grew tense as eyes landed on her. Many people had questions, but no one dared to ask. They all knew better than to try to invade Priest's personal life. Craning down, Priest whispered into Britain's ear.

"Relax some," he instructed her with a light chuckle. "They're staring ‘cause you're gorgeous."

Britain tried her best to conceal the contagious smile that was burning to be on display. She felt her face grow scorching hot, triggering her to look down in a timid manner. He knew all the right things to say.

Priest had taken Britain off to the side where a brick staircase stood. He leaned against it, peering down at Britain. She had placed some distance between them so her lusting eyes could further examine his frame. Priest was art, and Britain loved to study him. Whether he was dressed in a casual pair of sweats and a basic tee or his Amiri jeans and a designer shirt, he managed to have that same appeal and glow to him.

"How was work?" he asked.

What Britain loved the most about Priest was that he could just listen. He offered her an ear sometimes when she didn't even know she needed it the most. He understood the need to just be heard. A lot of the time, when they were together, she liked to make sure she listened more than she talked. Priest's story intrigued her and kept her on edge. She didn't talk about herself much. When she used to, people would scrutinize her for being vain and self-absorbed. Priest, on the other hand, made it feel normal, which she loved.

"Work… it was nice. After I drank three cups of coffee, I was bouncing all over the place," Britain shrugged with a smile, causing Priest to laugh.

"Staying up until two in the morning ain't for everybody," he heckled her. Britain rolled her eyes at his childish teasing while leaning against the short staircase.

"How was your day?" she asked him in return.

Priest shrugged slightly before he spoke. "It was alright. Been here all day, pretty much." He took another observant look around. People continued to stare toward Britain since she was a new face. She checked out since she was with Priest, but people still wanted to know who she was.

"Belong to the streets, huh?" Britain teased with a contagious laugh that resulted in Priest laughing as well.

He peered down at her, an amused smirk playing out on his face. "You trying to let loose or what?" A questioning brow was raised as he challenged Britain by offering her a drink from the bottle of Hennessy he had nearby.

Arrogantly, Britain flipped her hair over her shoulder. "Alright, Priest. I'm warning you now. Once I get that liquor in my system, you may not be able to handle how I throw it back while dancing," she warned, causing a loud laugh to erupt from him in pure amusement.

"Talk yo shit, Gioia," he hyped her as he popped the top to the bottle and poured her a shot. Not wanting to babysit her drink, she downed the shot in one go before sitting the cup down on the staircase with an accomplished smile. Priest chuckled as he maneuvered her in front of him so his arms were around her waist from behind. They trekked their way over to where the rest of the block party goers were enjoying themselves. A look around allowed Britain to see there were a lot of people in attendance. The loud music remained a source of entertainment and fun for everyone.

Britain turned around in his arms with a smirk. "Do you even dance?" She peered up at him.

Priest chuckled with a shrug. "I don't dance, but I can definitely keep up when some ass is being thrown at me," he enlightened her, causing them both to laugh.

Britain nodded before taking ahold of his wrist. She dragged him along, pulling him closer to the party. The music grew louder, instantly giving Britain the urge to dance. Her rear was pressed against Priest's groin as she bent over for him, bouncing her ass to the rap song that was playing from the speakers.

Priest was astonished by Britain's ability to just let go. Usually, she was somewhat timid and reserved. Her hands were planted on her knees while he gripped her waist. She hit every beat, flowing with the song gracefully.

She resigned from her bent over position. Twirling around to face him, she had an exuberant ear to ear grin on her face. Priest enjoyed seeing her smile since she had recently shared how much she hated her own smile. It was different, but Priest loved the distinction she had from any other woman he had come across. Their orbs met. Britain continued winding her hips to the tempo of the song.

"You keeping up, my mans?" she teased.

Britain was so lively and full of energy. She was so different from what Priest usually had in his life. He liked keeping things calm and mellow, but Britain brought that excitement and thrill from his teenage years that he missed.

"You ain't do nothing to wow me yet," Priest taunted close to her ear in a competitive manner. He received a scoff from Britain before she turned back around so her rear could be fused to his front.

---