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Lyric’s great-grandmother enters the room and pinches Big Head.
“Ouch! Gigi, why you pinching me?” Big Head asks.
“Where’s your daddy hiding the shine?” Gigi asks.
“Gigi, you know you can’t have any moonshine,” Cerese argues.
Ranson looks at Lyric with his eyebrows raised. Lyric nods as if to say, “Yep, you heard that right.”
“Hush up, Cerese. Tell me where the moonshine is now, Big Head!” Gigi pinches Big Head over and over.
“Ow! Gigi, stop,” Big Head protests.
Lyric taps Ranson on the arm, and he tears his eyes away from Gigi chasing Big Head around the kitchen to Lyric. She crooks her finger so he can follow her. They go upstairs as everyone tries to keep Gigi away from Big Head.
8
RANSON
They enter the room, and Lyric closes the door behind her. Ranson looks around, and it reminds him of the made-up model bedrooms for children found at Ikea. There are rainbow drapes and a bunk bed. The color palette is white and yellow like her house.
“This is the room I would always sleep in whenever we visited Uncle Doc. I always got my own room. One of the many perks of being the only girl grandchild,” Lyric explains.
“Nice. You really like white and yellow,” Ranson remarks.
“I love daisies.”
“I’ll remember that. I’d like to see you in white and yellow. I bet it makes that smooth brown skin of yours pop.”
“It does.” She beams.
They share a chuckle.
She continues, “I brought you up here for a moment alone. More people are going to be coming, and it’s about to be really overwhelming. You’re doing really well.”
“Yeah, when your dad called meson, I tried to keep it humble, but I was definitely feeling myself a bit,” Ranson jokes.
“Thank you for offering to pay off my two biggest expenses.”
“Lyric, it’s my sincere pleasure.”
Lyric bites her bottom lip.
Ranson wants to kiss her. Real bad. But they’re visiting her family, and that wouldn’t be cool. His mother raised him better than that.
She doesn’t seem to care though because she approaches him and presses her lips against his. They fall back on the bed with her on top of him and his hands all over her, exploring her back and ass.
“Mmm,” Lyric moans.
“Mmm-hmm,” Ranson moans in agreement.
“Mmm?” Lyric moans as a question as if to say,You like?
Mmm-hmmm,” Ranson moans in response slower and at a lower register as if to say,Hell, yeah.
They break apart and ogle each other.
“You know …” Ranson kisses her. “I can be quiet.” He kisses her again.
