at the ground. On the way there, my eyes trailed over his body. I refused to say anything.
He reached out and touched my arm, stepped closer to me and stroked my chin softly. “I’m normally not such an asshole, I promise.”
That managed to make me smirk. “Let’s pretend I stay … you realize how much sucking up you’re going to have to do to make it up to me, right?”
“Of course.”
“And I might not put out now?”
“I wouldn’t if I were you.” He smiled softly.
I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face. “Alright. But I expect to see some major sucking up.”
Priest laughed pulling me into his arms. After a second of saying nothing, he spoke again. “Thank you Sam … thank you so much.”
I couldn’t help but wrap my arms around him. There was no doubt in my mind that he was damaged, and I couldn’t help but wonder why.
I couldn’t help but wonder what that tattoo meant to him. To have it placed over his shoulder must mean it was very important.
I pulled away from him. “Since you’re sucking up, why don’t you tell me about why you just up and left me laying in your bed?”
Priest looked away, his blue eyes darting around the room, trying to find anything other than me to look at.
“I … I’m going through a lot right now and … this time of year isn’t good for me.”
I frowned. “Why?”
“Because it’s getting close to the time of year that my first girlfriend died.”
Oh shit. I tried to keep my jaws from falling open. “I’m … I’m so sorry.” He shrugged. “No, really I am.” I glanced down at the tattoo. “Is that … about her?”
“Yes,” he said quietly.
I nodded. “Did you ever go to therapy about it?”
Priest scowled and then let out a snort of laughter. “Do I look like the type to go to therapy?”
“Not really, but everyone needs to talk every now and then.”
He shook his head furiously. “No, they don’t. I don’t.” I raised an eyebrow as I made my way to the kitchen. In terms of food, there wasn’t much there. “Look, I’m sorry to be all over the place, but maybe it is best you leave.”
This time I snorted. “Okay,” and turned to face him. He was frowning at me, other than that his face betrayed no emotion on, but his eyes … they told another story totally. Giving him a soft smile, I closed the distance between us and pulled him into a hug. I held him tight, my lips touching his neck softly.
“I’ll leave now if that’s what you really want. But I’m coming back tomorrow. I’m going to cook you a real meal, something that isn’t prepackaged and frozen, and then we’ll see about you finally talking to someone about that girlfriend of yours.”
Before he could say another word, I pulled away and headed for the door. I called myself a taxi and sat down on the curb waiting for it to come. This is stupid. You wanted to fuck him, not be his therapist. I scolded myself. And I was right; it was stupid of me to do this. There was no point in it, but something about him … it made me want to help him. Maybe it was just my female instinct being drawn to a bad boy, maybe it was something more, but either way I couldn’t place it so I wasn’t going to try.
Chapter Two
8:00 p.m.
Surely she would have given up by now. If she even came over. I’d done what any coward would do, I ran away from my problem.
I turned onto my street, and a couple houses later pulled into my parking lot. There she was. On my front steps.
She looked up and smiled. Crap.
I’d be a really big asshole if I left now.
I turned my car ignition off and stepped out. “Didn’t your friend from the bar tell you I was busy?” I didn’t have her number so I’d called the bar.
“Yea.”
She pushed herself to her feet and grabbed a small duffle bag. From the way she stood, I could tell it must be heavy.
“Here,” I made my way over to her. “Let me take that.”
“Just unlock the door, I’ve got this.”
I took a deep
He reached out and touched my arm, stepped closer to me and stroked my chin softly. “I’m normally not such an asshole, I promise.”
That managed to make me smirk. “Let’s pretend I stay … you realize how much sucking up you’re going to have to do to make it up to me, right?”
“Of course.”
“And I might not put out now?”
“I wouldn’t if I were you.” He smiled softly.
I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face. “Alright. But I expect to see some major sucking up.”
Priest laughed pulling me into his arms. After a second of saying nothing, he spoke again. “Thank you Sam … thank you so much.”
I couldn’t help but wrap my arms around him. There was no doubt in my mind that he was damaged, and I couldn’t help but wonder why.
I couldn’t help but wonder what that tattoo meant to him. To have it placed over his shoulder must mean it was very important.
I pulled away from him. “Since you’re sucking up, why don’t you tell me about why you just up and left me laying in your bed?”
Priest looked away, his blue eyes darting around the room, trying to find anything other than me to look at.
“I … I’m going through a lot right now and … this time of year isn’t good for me.”
I frowned. “Why?”
“Because it’s getting close to the time of year that my first girlfriend died.”
Oh shit. I tried to keep my jaws from falling open. “I’m … I’m so sorry.” He shrugged. “No, really I am.” I glanced down at the tattoo. “Is that … about her?”
“Yes,” he said quietly.
I nodded. “Did you ever go to therapy about it?”
Priest scowled and then let out a snort of laughter. “Do I look like the type to go to therapy?”
“Not really, but everyone needs to talk every now and then.”
He shook his head furiously. “No, they don’t. I don’t.” I raised an eyebrow as I made my way to the kitchen. In terms of food, there wasn’t much there. “Look, I’m sorry to be all over the place, but maybe it is best you leave.”
This time I snorted. “Okay,” and turned to face him. He was frowning at me, other than that his face betrayed no emotion on, but his eyes … they told another story totally. Giving him a soft smile, I closed the distance between us and pulled him into a hug. I held him tight, my lips touching his neck softly.
“I’ll leave now if that’s what you really want. But I’m coming back tomorrow. I’m going to cook you a real meal, something that isn’t prepackaged and frozen, and then we’ll see about you finally talking to someone about that girlfriend of yours.”
Before he could say another word, I pulled away and headed for the door. I called myself a taxi and sat down on the curb waiting for it to come. This is stupid. You wanted to fuck him, not be his therapist. I scolded myself. And I was right; it was stupid of me to do this. There was no point in it, but something about him … it made me want to help him. Maybe it was just my female instinct being drawn to a bad boy, maybe it was something more, but either way I couldn’t place it so I wasn’t going to try.
Chapter Two
8:00 p.m.
Surely she would have given up by now. If she even came over. I’d done what any coward would do, I ran away from my problem.
I turned onto my street, and a couple houses later pulled into my parking lot. There she was. On my front steps.
She looked up and smiled. Crap.
I’d be a really big asshole if I left now.
I turned my car ignition off and stepped out. “Didn’t your friend from the bar tell you I was busy?” I didn’t have her number so I’d called the bar.
“Yea.”
She pushed herself to her feet and grabbed a small duffle bag. From the way she stood, I could tell it must be heavy.
“Here,” I made my way over to her. “Let me take that.”
“Just unlock the door, I’ve got this.”
I took a deep
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