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"Help me understand then, Priest.”

Priest grabbed ahold of her wrists, removing her tender hands from his handsome face. "P—" Britain attempted to say, but he interjected.

"I didn't pull the trigger," he chuckled bitterly as he hung his head low in shame. "I spent my entire life plotting to kill him, and I couldn't pull the fucking trigger." The usual light voice he would use while speaking to her had completely diminished. Hewasn't necessarily overcome by anger. However, his tone was cold and emotionless. Britain tilted his head back up so he was looking at her. His orbs had darkened as his jaws clenched.

"Even after he shot Rem and J'Ru, I still couldn't do it. J'Ru and Rem are two of the most important people in my life, and I just froze when they were at their weakest." Priest breathed heavily as he thought back to the night. "You should've seen the look on Leonard’s face. He knew I couldn't do it, and that shit bothers me."

Britain bit down on her bottom lip, deep in thought. She didn't want to just render him a quick response because it was evident that this had truly impacted him. After a brief moment just to gather her thoughts, the only response she felt was suitable was a question. "You ever think that maybe he couldn't do it either?" she questioned with a slight raise of her brow.

Priest smacked his lips loudly. "Nah. If looks could kill, I would've been dead." Priest shook his head.

"But you aren't.”

"For how long, though?" Priest countered.

Britain let out a heavy sigh of defeat. "Don't think like that, Priest."

"That's the only way I can think. There's always a fucking catch with Leonard… always,” he emphasized, hoping Britain would understand that whatever she was thinking wasn't what it was.

"Why don't you talk to him?" Britain asked, her innocence shining right through the question.

Priest chuckled lightly, amused by Britain's lack of understanding. "I should've never mentioned this to you," he mumbled in regretfully as he pecked her lips.

"What? Why? I thought we were transparent with each other." She fused her brows together as her face revealed her deep confusion.

"You can't introduce light to darkness without dimming it," he spoke to her cryptically.

Britain rolled her eyes, recognizing that she was the light, and his business was darkness. "What if it brightens the darkness instead?" She folded her arms across her chest, proud of the question she had come back with.

Priest smirked down at her as he grabbed her chin, tilting her head up so she could eye him. "I love your willingness,Gioia, but you can't light up a life of sin.”

Defeated, Britain decided to pick her battles wisely and just let it go. "Question," she probed.

"Shoot.”

"I know you enough to be in love with you, but will I ever know you enough to not be?"

Priest kept a clear divide between what Britain knew about him and what she didn't. He trusted her with his life, but he just couldn't trust her fear and judgment. He didn't want to scare her off or cause her to believe that he wasn't who he presented to her. The Priest she knew would never be known by the world, just like the Priest the world knew would never be known by her.

Priest shook his head as his eyes filled with guilt and sorrow. "You know everything you need to know. Your perception of me is exactly who I am—who I truly am," he asserted with a trusting tone.

"I will never love you any less." Britain wrapped her arms around him while his head nestled into the crook of her neck.

"I know that," Priest confirmed. "But somethings are better left unknown."

"For my best interest?"

Priest lifted his head from the crook of her neck, nodding his head. "For your best interest." He craned down, pressing his tender lips against her plump ones.

The kiss grew heated and passionate once he parted her lips with his tongue. They kissed slowly, savoring the moment with each other. Priest’s hands maneuvered from being planted on either side of her to the hem of her scrubs.She nodded, giving him the clearance to strip her from her top.

They parted from the kiss momentarily as he lifted the shirt above her head, tossing it to the side. "We really gonna do this in the kitchen?" Britain laughed lightly in the midst of their kiss.

Priest smirked. "I mean, why not?" He mocked her with a shrug of his shoulders as he pulled the strings on the waistband of her scrubs.

Now bare, she was lifted by Priest with ease and sat back onto the counter. He had his bottom lip bitten between his porcelain white teeth as lust invaded his eyes. Thrilled by their spontaneous sex session that was on the verge of beginning, she hungrily crashed her lips into his as he positioned her legs open. He wasted no time feathering his fingers over her slits that quickly grew wet at just the sight of him. His orbs locked with hers as his thumb to slowly circled her clit.

She suppressed her moan by biting down on her bottom lip gently. Gazing into his eyes, she felt her body grow aroused. Her nipples grew erect as her pussy grew even wetter. They had gone some time without each other, and now that things were resolved, their bodies craved each other more than ever.He craned his head down, fluttering slow, wet kisses on her bare chest before taking one of her breasts into his mouth. Simultaneously, he plunged two fingers deep within her.Britain's bottom lip popped from between her teeth as she shuddered out a moan. As he pumped his fingers in and out of her wetness, his tongue circled around her sensitive nipple. He sucked on her breast before biting down on her nipple lightly to weave in some pain with her pleasure.