It's been three weeks since that first night with Amari spending the night. Three weeks of her coming over throughout the week and giving me a full night of attention and it nice. Consistency is something that I really wanted. Now that I finally have it, I am starting to see how lonely I was before. We spend majority of our time talking about ourselves, you know just getting to know each other. I have gotten so comfortable around so quickly that It honestly, scared the shit out of me at first. I have even found interest in her motherhood. Before meeting her, I didn't know anyone with kids to learn how different my life is from theirs. With that being said, I have learned more things about Jamar.
That man makes me head hurt. I try to over look him but it's hard to do that sometimes. I remember when Amari told him that she was to be spending the night once a week, he nearly burst a blood vessel. Started to tell her how irresponsible and selfish that was, she drove over immediately. I spent all night on my couch with her on my chest in silence. I don't know how long Amari and I will be seeing each other but to me that doesn't matter. Regardless of how this turns out- she will always have a friend in me. Living with someone who can't respect your personal boundaries has to be frustrating.
Currently, me and the special lady are enjoying a light lunch at a random spot she saw online. So far the food is good and the service is top notch. Hard to believe she found out about it on tik-tok.
"How did that promotion at work go? Did Mallory ever make good on her word?" That's another thing that I like about her. It's not just one sided, she actually listens to the random shit out of my mouth.
I sigh heavily, "she says that I am still in the top running to get the spot." I say, playing over my food. "She says she will be announcing her decision sometime at the company party that I have yet to shop for." Dropping my fork, I take a sip of my water. Not going to lie, the thought of possibly getting the job made me excited yet scared. I'm not sure why though. Amari, clears her throat pulling me out of the cell, that I call my mind.
"I never even asked, but do you even want it? I know you enjoy your job but do you see yourself actually sticking with this career path?" I look at her but certain yellow bone catches my eye, it's Janell. That's not a problem though, Amari knows that her and I still talk- friendly of course. Janell seems to understand that I am not interested in her that way. And for the most part, Amari is accepting. Which is great, until Janell pops up when Amari is at my house chilling.
I don't expect them to be chummy but damn. Amari gave me the cold shoulder for a few hours the first time Janell pulled up on me at my spot without calling first. I told her jealousy doesn't look good on her and she retorted with going to sleep on my ass. I shrugged it off because at least she stayed the night. Failing to find sleep, I made it up to her with head. Honestly, I didn't know what else to do but she seems to have gotten the message once the shock wore off.
"It definitely pays the bills, I don't want to miss the opportunity but..."
"But what?" She leans in curiously. I tilt my head to side, distracted by the woman over her shoulder.
"Fuck!" I whisper to myself. Janell wasn't alone. She has Lysette with her. Now, I have been talking to Janell about her but last time I checked she said that they were just friends- well trying to be. It's complicated.
"What are you looking at Naomi?" She goes to turn around but I grab her forearm firmly. She looks down my hand and chuckles dryly. "Bab- Naomi, why are you acting weird?"
I didn't even get a chance to react her to slip up, which is happening more often these days. I clear my suddenly dry throat. "It's just- nothing. Are you ready to slide out of here?" I ask quickly, ready to not be in the same area as Lysette and Janell.
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Playing With Fire (Lesbian)(Not Edited)
General Fiction"Creating a bond with someone is always a risk. From the moment that the connection is acknowledged, a spark is ignited. Through subtle interactions of true interest in one another, that bond flourishes into a flame. Its only when pain, dishonesty...