Playing With Fire (Lesbian)(Not Edited)

Chapter 29

With dinner well underway, I can't help but notice the disconnection between Quentin and Erin. If I didn't know what is going on, it might would have gotten by me but it's plain to see that she is cold towards him. I don't want to wish any ill will on my big sister but I hope it's just the guilt gnawing at her. I'm trying my best not to judge her because I'm not married so I can't relate to the stress of carrying my partners weight but damn. It's a fucked up situation.

"So Ciera, how come you didn't bring anybody with you this time?" My Dad asks.

"Daddy, please don't do that." I groan and push my plate away. I have to save room for my sweets.

"I know you got some girl waiting on you. I wouldn't be surprised if she is pissed you didnt bring her with you." My Momma joins in. My mind jumps to Amari, I'm sure she is not even thinking about me. I mentally sigh at the thought of not crossing her mind while she serves Jamar a plate of Thanksgiving food. In a moment of irritation I frown.

"Joy, look at her face. There is somebody." My Daddy starts chuckling along with my Momma.

I would deny the statement but then Janells' face come forward. I wonder is she thinking about me. I know she says she loves me but I can't really believe it yet. Too soon. But it does make me a little happier to know someone is missing me other than Casime. Shaking my head at them for teasing me, I opt out for sipping on my beverage.

"Oh come on don't be like that. You know your Daddy and I are just messing with you. Right, James?" She says.

"Yeah baby. We won't pry... right now at least." He snickers.

"Grandpa, somebody is knocking on the door." Byron pokes his head in from the living room. My parents allowed the kids to watch television while they ate this year. It's gives us adults time to just converse without there nosey asses.

"I got it, Daddy." Jumping up, I take this as my chance to get out of the hot seat. He doesn't miss this.

"I bet you do." The table erupts in laughter. My cheeks burning from the being called out. "But seriously, if it's Luke from next door. Tell him I said go home, I'm trying to eat God damn it." My Daddy yells as I disappear around the corner.

"Got you." I quickly trek across the floor and pull the front door open.

"CeeCee?" That voice use to my make my knees buckle. And my heart do back flips. That voice taught me how to give my first of many orgasms. The owner of that voice was my first real love.

"Remy?" She stood there looking like the day I met her. All 6'0 of her. Time did nothing but pass her by. Her skin was practically glowing despite the cool weather. A white form fitting crew neck sweater and dark color jeans cover what looks to be well maintian physique. A few locs stretched across her sturdy broad shoulders, touching her designer belt buckle. I watch her full lips pull back and reveal a bright smile with the same gap still in place. I won't deny, she looks good.

"Wow, you look amazing. I mean you always were beautiful but- damn." She studies me slowly, no doubt examining everything that has changed since we last saw each other. I use too be on the petite side so it's probably a bit of a shock.

"Yeah, things have changed but not you though. You still look... recognizable. Nice to see you didn't let yourself go."

I watched her flex her arm, smirking. "Never. But that was cute. It's okay to say I'm fine CeeCee." She says. Her voice is slightly deeper than I remember.

"I won't because you already know you are Remy." I smirk at her ego making itself known.

She bites her bottom lip, eyeing me still. "That's as close as I am going to get but that's fine. It's really nice to see you. When your mom invited me over, I didn't realize that you would be here too."