Page 12 of HER SISTER

I stayed silent for a few more beats contemplating whether or not I should tell her. What would happen if I did? Would she be mad at Mya? Bring it up to her maybe?

If she brought it up to her, Mya would piece it all together.

Then again, I didn't want to lose Mili—and she has a right to know.

It's about her for god sake.

With that thought in mind, I finally said, "I made a promise..."

Mili's brows knitted together, "A promise?"

I pursed my lips, "A promise that I wouldn't get involved with you," I said, my tone growing quiet.

Mili nodded knowingly to herself as she said, "Mya."

Instantly, I felt guilty. Like I just told on Mya.

Feeling the guilt grow inside of me, I blurted, "I didn't know you at the time and—"

"I don't care," Mili said, shaking her head, "She shouldn't have done that."

I let out a conflicted huff, knowing Mya's perspective completely, but also knowing that this was wrong on Mili's part as well.

Even still, the promise was made, and I can't go back.

Unless I admit that I broke the promise.

"You can't tell her I told you," I breathed out, realizing this could all go wrong in so many ways.

Mili gave me a narrowed look, "But this is wrong. What she did was—"

"But I made the promise, and it'll hurt her if she finds out I broke it," I cut her short, hoping to get her to see my side of things.

"I mean, there's no possible way to bring it up to her without sounding suspicious," I explained, knowing Mya would wonder why we were talking about it in the first place.

And why the promise mattered to either of us.

I don't even want to know what her reaction would be if she found out about anything.

"What about us?"

I automatically looked back to Mili, and it was clear she was conflicted as well—it was clear that deep down she cared for Mya and respected her boundaries as well.

I tilted my head, "Us?" I questioned, unsure of what exactly she meant.

Were we an Us?

More importantly, did she want to be an Us?

Mili looked between my eyes carefully, "Us," she repeated, and it seemed like the repeated word easily cleared things up in my mind.

Us.

What happens now? I mean, there's so many ways this could go.

But I knew one thing for sure...

"I can't lose Mya," I said, my voice soft and genuine.

Mili took a step toward me, "You don't have to," she countered, and we both knew what she was suggesting.

I pressed my hands against her firm torso when she began leaning down into me, "Mili," I whispered, and I meant it to come out as a warning to stop—to not kiss me, especially not right now.

But instead, it sounded like a plead.

Mili only hummed, gently grabbing the back of my neck and tilting my head back.

I stared into her eyes as she leaned down, barely grazing her lips against mine as she held my eyes entirely.

It felt so intimate—and like it definitely shouldn't be happening.

"We shouldn't," I whispered against her lips, but Mili only seemed to hold me closer, forcing my eyes to flutter shut, "It's wrong," I reminded us both.

Mili slid one of her arms around my waist, "But It feels right," she countered back, sliding her warm hand up my back.

I low hum vibrated in my throat when she finally pressed her soft lips to mine—forcing me to instinctively tug her closer to me for more.

Mili complied entirely, gripping the back of my neck tighter as her tongue slid past my lips.

I let out a content hum, pressing my body further into hers for more—I needed so much more.

Mili impatiently pressed me back into the wall, tugging my waist into her and forcing me to arch away from the wall.

Everything about her touch felt so addictive.

I unintentionally lifted my leg up that Mili managed to grab and hook around her waist—before grabbing the back of my other thigh and lifting me up into her arms completely.

I swear it felt like a million degrees in this elevator, especially with the unfamiliar feeling pulsing through my body.

The kiss was so passionate and so soft—yet it felt like we were practically attacking each other.

Like we were releasing some sort of momentum that had built up between us both.

Finally, Mili breathlessly pulled away as we both panted out for air.

But air felt like the last thing I needed.

Even if it was against everything I had just promised to her sister.

"I know you feel it too," Mili said, looking between my eyes.

I remained silent as I regained my composure.

And suddenly it felt like all the guilt was seeping back in at full force.

"We can't," I forced out, sliding my legs down her torso so my feet could rest back on the floor.

Mili shook her head, "We can—you know we can."

I stressfully ran my fingers through my dark hair, "Can we? Because regardless of the promise, we're such different people—I... I'm so inexperienced and you're—"

"That means absolutely nothing and you know it," Mili cut me short.

But I could only seem to challenge her statement with so many facts in my head.

"What does this all even mean to you?" I questioned.

It's not like I was asking for her hand in marriage.

I just needed to know her intentions.

I needed to know that if I decided to take the risk, that it would be worth it.

Mili paused for a moment, clearly thinking to herself, and automatically it was a red flag to me.

Whatever her intentions possibly were—they clearly weren't certain.

I gently pushed her away from me, "I can't let you hurt me, you know this," I said, and it was entirely defensive, especially since I knew of her reputation.

Mili sighed, "Atiana—" she cut herself short when I reached for the button on the elevator, easily forcing her hand to grab my wrist, halting me before I could press it, "Don't do that."

I shook my head, pulling my wrist from her grasp, "What exactly should I do then? Because it feels like this conversation is over," I said, knowing the path we were going down.

All signs were leading to the fact that we shouldn't even be alone again.

Mili only grabbed my waist, pulling me back into her warm body, "Just talk to me."

I paused slightly, peering up into her dark eyes as I registered her suddenly soft tone.

It was so unlike her.

Feeling entirely vulnerable I said, "I just really can't do this to her."

It would be incredibly wrong to sneak around behind Mya's back.

But there also wasn't a right way to cue her in.

Honestly, this all felt fucked from the start.

I sighed, taking another step back from her, "You just have to understand," I said, even if I knew she wouldn't.

And I was proven right when Mili said, "I don't."

Mili's dark eyes traced my face entirely, holding my stare as I reached over to the button.

This time she didn't halt me—this time it felt like the look on her face spoke volumes.

If I press this button that's it.

The decision has been made.

But in a way, it felt like it had been made from the start.

Like our fate was sealed before even meeting each other.

Maybe this was more than sex to her—maybe she wouldn't hurt me.

But those were just maybes, and they seemed like bonus risks on top of risking my relationship with Mya, which we would both seemingly be doing.

I'm also verging in deeper with Cam—who is currently sleeping upstairs waiting for me.

None of it seemed to align for us—not even in the slightest bit.

I closed my eyes for a brief moment, hearing the doors slide open as I retracted my hand from the elevator panel.

When I met Mili's stare again, it already seemed expressionless—like she already come to terms with what had to happen next.

"I think I'll skip on snacks, I've lost my appetite," I forced out, basically insinuating for her to get off the elevator without me.

Mili sharply hummed, allowing her eyes to look between my eyes before she said, "Me too."

Even still, she stepped off the elevator, leaving me alone with my chaotic thoughts.

Hiii my beautiful readers. Hopefully, everyone is enjoying the book so far. How do we feel about Mili and Ana? Are you team Cam or team Mili? And what about Mya and the promise? I'd love to hear your opinions in the comments3

-Weekendlustt