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A few hours after the sun had broken across the horizon Priestly was awoken by a faint ringing sound, he looked around but couldn't find the source. As the fog cleared from his mind he realized it was his phone that was ringing, he looked on the nightstand and in his clothes from the previous day. Where the hell did I put that…the couch! He jumped from the bed and ran to the couch digging in the cushions with his left hand for the noisy object.

Finally finding it he hurriedly flipped it open. "Hello?" he panted.

"Why are you out of breath?" came an amused female voice across the line.

Priestly smiled and sat down on the couch, "A gentlemen never tells."

"Then it's a good thing you're not a gentleman" Tish joked.

"Your words wound me."

"So where are you? I thought you had to work today?" Priestly was pleased to notice she sounded nervous, not suspicious.

He tried to come up with someway to not lie, but not tell her about her brother. The last thing he wanted to do was cause problems between Tish and Joe. He knew she missed him a lot and he definitely wasn't going to be the reason for messing up the visit.

"My hands acting up." It sounded lame even to him but seemed to work.

Tish was instantly concerned, "Are you ok? Do you want me to come over?"

Yes! He wanted to shout."No, no it's fine. Go enjoy your day with your brother."

He heard her sigh softly. "Ok, well I better go. I'll talk to you later."

"Bye Tish" he whispered and flipped the phone shut.

Hearing the line disconnect Tish tucked her phone back in her purse. She knew something was going on with Priestly, but couldn't push it because her brother was here. She was glad Joe was visiting, she hadn't seen him for over a year but she was still stuck on how rude he had been to Priestly. Tish turned around in her chair when she heard heavy footsteps pounding towards her.

"Hey Platisha you ready to go?" Joe asked coming around the corner. He knew she hated her name, he would too if it was that bad. Thank god his parents had picked a normal name for him.

She glared. "Don't call me that, you know I hate it Josephine. So what do you want to do today?"

He smiled at her use of his name. It felt good to be back with his sister. "How about the beach?"

Tish slipped on her sandals and smiled, any day at the beach was a good day. "Sounds good!"

Even though the day went quickly for Tish it crawled by for Priestly. He watched tv, watched movies, did laundry, and even cleaned under the couch. He would have played on his Playstation but his out of commission right hand nixed that idea. Seeing it was finally starting to get dark he made himself a quick dinner and poured himself a large glass of Kool-aid. He stared at the red liquid and smiled, thinking of the first time Tish saw his many pitchers of the colored drink. Finishing his dinner he rose and placed the dishes in the sink instead of washing them, figuring he had done enough for one day. Priestly then flexed his hand experimentally hoping his range of motion had improved. He was pleased to find it was doing a lot better but unfortunately was still extremely weak. His mind wandered to Joe and how he had dropped him with a handshake, prick. His male pride had definitely taken a huge hit. Not wanting to upset himself he went to the living room to watch another movie and get his mind off the fact that he was alone tonight and Tish was hanging out with the worlds biggest douche. After the closing credits started to roll he looked at his well-worn watch, 10:45. He glanced at his phone thinking of Tish. Getting an idea he grabbed his phone and sent a text.

'What are you wearing?'

He waited a few minutes for a response but one never came. Thinking she must already be asleep Priestly set his phone down, but hurriedly snatched it back when it vibrated.

'perv'

He grinned widely. 'yup, come on tell me'

'nope, you'll just have to come see'

'bro?'

'asleep'

That was all the affirmation Priestly needed. Hurriedly putting on his shoes he grabbed his board and headed towards Tish's house. Once he was by the house he picked up his longboard and carefully walked around to the back of the house towards Tish's window. His mind raced for a moment when he passed the guest room window. Joe was here, in this house. It kind of felt like a suicide mission but hey, danger was his middle name. Well, it was actually Priestly but whatever. Knowing Tish's window would be unlocked he quietly lifted the glass, threw his board in and slipped inside.

"Hey Renaissance man, about time you got here." Priestly felt his throat go dry at the sight of his girlfriend. Lying on top of the covers in nothing but a black thong and lacy bra she looked like something out of a magazine. She even had on 6" black pumps, talk about a wet dream. Grinning widely he pulled off his shirt and climbed on top of her.

"Less talk" he mumbled against her lips. She grinned, flipped him onto his back and unbuckled his belt and pants before tugging them off. She climbed back on top of him; he loved when she took control. He expertly unclasped her bra and pulled her closer, reveling in her touch and smell. He had never known a woman's skin could feel this soft, could be this perfect. When he felt his boxers being removed by small nimble fingers his mind went blank, a coherent thought the furthest thing from his mind.

An hour later Tish lay panting heavily in the bed while Priestly slipped on his boxers. She giggled when she saw that his boxers read 'Man of Ill Repute' across them. Reality crashed down on her when she saw the way her boyfriend's right hand was trembling.

"Let me see your hand" Tish asked softly.

Priestly reluctantly walked back to the bed and laid back down next to her before holding it up for her to see, "It's feeling better, it's just weak."

Tish lightly grasped it and rubbed his fingers, "What happened, it was fine when I saw you."

He did not want to lie to Tish, he was a lot of things but a liar wasn't one of them. He decided deflection would be the best tactic. "No worries, it's fine now. Close your eyes and go to bed," he murmured to her, pulling his hand back to his side.

Tish yawned sleepily and turned onto her side burrowing into her plush pillows, "Are you going to leave soon?"

He smiled sadly, "Unfortunately. I'll stay for a bit though."

Priestly rolled over and spooned Tish, wrapping his large body around her smaller frame. She snuggled into his embrace and mumbled a tired "good."