Playing With Fire (Lesbian)(Not Edited)

Chapter 15

The smell of jasmine and vanilla plague my sense of smell. My cheeks slightly ache from the smile on my face. The warmth of her hands on my hips fills my heart with a constant hum of joy. The view of the lake is breathtaking.

I take my hair on to my left shoulder exposing the right side of my neck. I lean back into her embrace. She wraps her arms around me tighter.  This is what I need. Her. This moment is almost hypnotic.

I close my eyes and feel her lips press themselves onto my skin. It was innocent rather than sexual.

The moment is shortly lived because I am abruptly snatched from my sleep. A gust of wind wraps me in its arms tightly. I shake hard while taking in my surroundings. I had fell asleep on the patio. My phone sat between my legs. It was 8:32 p.m., I couldn't have been sleep long. I gather my belongings and step back inside. Casime popped his head out the kitchen giving me a sympathetic look. I'm sure my eye's are red and swollen from rubbing them raw. I return a weak smile and enter my room. 

My lamp clicks on and I see Amari on my bed. She strides over to me with her arms wide open. How could she be looking for a hug? Doesn't she know I'm upset? I push her aside, kick my shoes off and hop onto my bed. 

After a brief moment of silence, "why are you here?"

"Because we need to talk."

I suck my teeth getting irritated, "I told you, I'm done. You can keep that conversation for the next woman you lie to."

She looks down, this is first time I have seen her lack confidence. "I don't like you this way."

"And what way is that, Amari?"

"Cold." She sits at the foot of my bed, barely looking my direction. Seeing her this way, doesn't make me feel good but the way I see it- we are even. "But I know enough about you to know that this is temporary."

"Yeah- sure." I said rolling my eyes. To be honest, I am not sure how long I will be acting this way but it beats feeling like an idiot. 

"I know you want me to leave but I need to tell you this because it was never my intentions to hurt you. That's why I never crossed any major lines with you. At some point, I started to really like being around you. Forgetting my issues at home." She finally gave me eye contact, tears where brimming. "When I was in high school I met Jamar, we were friends. Best friends like you and Casime. One night we got high and had sex, which resulted in our daughter, Gabby. Our families, pushed us to get married. I hated the idea from the jump but he was my best friend so I figure I could love him eventually. It never happened though."

I rub my temple, trying to understanding what is going on in her life. I couldn't see Casime as my husband no matter how much my family pushed. I couldn't even see us fucking. That shit doesn't sit right. "So you two aren't in love?"

"No- well I'm not." She chuckled dryly. 

"But he is."

She nods her head to confirm my statement. "At first, things were easy because he wasn't pushing the lifestyle on me. In fact, we were both doing our own thing. He would have different girlfriends. Most understood the situation for what it was. At the time, I was so involved in being a mom that I wasn't interested in dating anybody. Then when my baby girl turned two, things got weird. I guess he really wanted to make a real go of our union. I, however, had discovered that women were my true interest."

"You found out you were bi."

"No, I am a lesbian. Marrying him was a fucking mistake. So anyways, by the time Gabby was talking in full sentences, he wanted me to be straight, saying that he couldn't understand why he wasn't good enough for me."