Page 59 of The Love of Priest

With a light smile, Priest nodded. "I can make that happen." Removing the key from the ignition, Priest got out, planting his Jordans on the gravel of the parking lot. He made his way around the car and opened Britain’s door, assisting her out of the car. It was nearly noon, so they still had a full day ahead of them, especially Priest.

As Britain made her way toward the door, Priest grabbed all her bags for her. After locking the car, he followed her into the apartment where she let out a deep dreading sigh which Priest found amusing. "I missed it here. It's real homey," Priest laughed.

"Is that you trying to be nice about how small my apartment is?" Britain turned on her heels to eye him.

Priest shrugged. "If I was fucked up, I would ask where's the rest of it, but you know I'm respectful," he teased her, causing her to lightly punch him in his chest with a laugh of her own.

"You're so stupid," she laughed as she navigated her way through the apartment to get to her bedroom with Priest following her. He sat her bags in her bedroom closet before returning to her bed. He plopped down on it dramatically, drained from the three-hour drive he committed himself to earlier that day.

"You hungry?" Britain asked Priest as she ridded herself of her jacket.

Priest nodded. He was not turning down food, especially if she was cooking. "Starving," he exaggerated as he lifted his shirt to rub his stomach.

Britain chuckled. "I guess I'll get started on cooking while you?—"

"Sleep," Priest mumbled as he grabbed a pillow and put it over his face.

"Yeah, while you sleep." She lifted the pillow from his face, hovering over him with a smile. Priest kept his eyes shuttered closed, but he could feel her presence nearby. Licking his lips the way he knew Britain couldn’t resist, he smirked once he felt her lips against his. "Okay, now you can sleep, Sleeping Beauty."

"I think you got the story wrong,Gioia." His eyes fluttered open, captivating her with their long lashes and deep soul plunging orbs.

Britain let out a sigh. "Just let me be funny, Priest. Jeez," she stressed.

Priest nodded with a light smile. "Heard’ju.” After one more kiss, Britain left Priest to sleep while she went to figure out what she could utilize in her fridge to make a full meal to feed a man with his appetite.

Her eyes scanned the shelves of her fridge and freezer, coming up with absolutely nothing to cook. She let out a deep huff of frustration before shutting the doors. As she trudged back to her bedroom, Priest's light snores slithered into her ears.

"Priest." She ran her fingers through his hair, trying to wake him up gently so he’d be able to go back to sleep.

With his eyes still closed, Priest responded. "Yeah."

"I have to go buy things to cook," she informed him.Priest’s eyes fluttered open as a yawn escaped his lips.

"I'm up." He stretched his limbs, preparing to get out of bed.

"No, you stay here, and I'll go get the things," Britain assured him, pushing him back into the bed. Britain stood up, putting her jacket back on. Priest was skeptical about letting her take the trip alone, but he knew how much Britain enjoyed being independent, so he was going to sit this one out.

He nodded before laying back down. "A’ight. Stay safe.”

“Always,” Britain assured him before picking up her keys so she could make her out.

Locking the apartment up behind her, she made her way to her car. She played light music through the radio as she drove to the nearest grocery store.

The drive to Whole Foods took a total of fifteen minutes. A few incidents in traffic had her attitude on ten. Roaming the parking garage, she finally pulled into an empty space and placed the car in park. Already having an idea of what she wanted to cook, she sauntered toward the elevator with the motivation of easing her and Priest’s hunger.

Once the elevator stopped inside the Whole Foods supermarket, a slight smile graced her face. One thing Britain loved was trips to the grocery store. Something about the white buffered tiles, stocked shelves, and fresh produce reminded her of her childhood. She could remember her mother making her, Brixton, and Brea walk hand in hand with each other as she roamed the aisles, picking the finest produce and the most organic products. Occasionally, they would be treated with sweets if their behavior for the week was up to par. Her mother’s constant monitoring of their sugar intake was one of the reasons Britain had such an insatiable sweet tooth as an adult. As kids, they were only allowed to have the slightest amount.

Gliding the cart along the smooth tile floors, Britain embarked on her journey up and down the aisles. She decided to commit herself to doing her monthly big shopping trip at that moment instead of only buying enough to cook. Skimming the wine section, Britain decided to grab her favorite wine, Meiomi Rosé, from the shelf. "Oh, what the hell," Britain shrugged as she grabbed a second bottle and placed it in the basket of the cart.

As Britain continued to push the cart down the aisle, she halted abruptly at the sound of her name being called. The voice shook her ears and rattled her heart, disturbing her peace immediately. "Britain, that's you?" The voice continued to ask as if the sight of her was the most joyous thing they'd seen in a while.

Turning around with a tight-lipped smile, Britain's orbs were met with the person her cycle all began with. He kept his handsomeness. He still had his sharp jawline, long, seducing and irresistible lashes, and tempting pouty lips, and his smooth mocha skin radiated underneath the great lighting Whole Foods had to offer.

Cameron Combs. He was there in the flesh, having the same effects he had on her years before. Still suave, still possessing that style and flavor that kept her wrapped around his finger. He still made her heart race and skip beats. He still made her mouth salivate. He still made her knees want to buckle. He still held so much fucking power.

She cleared her throat before subconsciously adjusting her posture since Cameron hated slouching. Quickly, she adjusted her hair and tucked it behind her ears since he also hated when hair cupped her face too much to hide her beauty. Britain made sure not to smile too wide since he didn't enjoy the sight of her gap, but she also made sure not to smile too weakly since she knew if Cameron could tell her smile was forced, he would call her out on it.

"Yeah, it's me." Britain nodded her head, keeping her response as brief as possible.

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