Page 4 of HER SISTER

The warm Los Angeles air wrapped around me like a warm blanket on a cold day.

I walked down the sidewalk toward the bar Mya told me to meet her at, waving goodbye to my Uber driver.

The bar named Julio's was lit up with a dim ambiance.

I could hear the low chatter spilling out of the building when a random lady exited the bar, holding the door open for me.

I smiled, walking past the woman into the bar that was already packed with people at tables and the bar top, talking with one another.

Suddenly, I felt awkward, knowing I arrived before Mya and was completely alone.

I nervously tugged the hem of my distressed shorts down, adjusting my black corset top properly.

I felt a little better, knowing my outfit fit in all the right places—the distressed shorts showing off my long tan legs, and the corset top hugging me in and pushing up my ample cleavage.

Still, I'm naturally an anxious person, which probably explains why my heart is ticking in my chest like a bomb about to go off.

At least that's what it felt like.

I walked toward the bathroom, nervously playing with my long hair that was flowing from the high ponytail I put it in.

Hopefully, by the time I finished in the bathroom, Mya would have arrived.

Luckily, the bathroom was empty, even if it didn't necessarily matter.

I didn't have to use the bathroom, I just wanted to stand in here like some anti-social loner.

"What am I even doing?" I whispered to my reflection held in the large mirror outlined in a gold accent.

I came here to make friends and start a new chapter in my life, and yet, here I am running off to the bathroom because I felt awkward and shy.

I shook my head at myself, furrowing my brows, "Get it together," I said, hoping it would magically give me a confidence boost.

"A bathroom pep talk? I like it," a random voice chimed in, easily startling me.

My eyes widened in surprise, looking behind me at the woman—who inevitably turned out to be attractive.

Then again, attractive women felt like a theme here.

Why do I have to always embarrass myself? Talking to myself in the bathroom, and a random attractive woman just so happens to walk in... thanks universe.

The woman's long dark hair was parted in the middle as it cascaded down her back and shoulders. Her dark hair seemingly shaped her sharp face perfectly—which seemed to be covered in minimal makeup.

I couldn't help but notice her teeth covered by a shiny gold grill, which was slightly exposed as her teeth dug into her bottom lip.

The graphic tee she wore exposed her arms littered with tattoos, the black t-shirt hanging over her black jeans held up by her thick Balenciaga belt.

Her fashion sense was admirable, even the small gold layer chains around her neck that matched the small gold hoops in her ears caught my attention.

The woman cleared her throat, easily pulling me out of my thoughts.

Did I just openly check her out?

"I... I was just hyping myself up—A very normal occurrence," I finally spoke, forcing my voice to not sound so nervous.

The woman raised a brow, staring down at me, "Oh, so this happens often?" she asked, her tone taking on a slightly teasing tone.

My face heated up, realizing that I basically insinuated that I talk to myself often, "Do you always ask this many questions?" I said, my brain resorting to the only defensive technique I could think of.

The woman's plump lips quirked up, amusement clear all over her face, "Do you normally not answer questions?" she challenged back, taking a step toward me.

I backed away toward the sink, placing my palms on the cold marble behind me, "Do you always invade a random stranger's personal space?"

The woman let out a soft chuckle, the sound vibrating in her chest as she stepped even closer to me, our bodies barely brushing one another.

The woman leaned over me slightly, her fresh cologne wrapping around me.

Her cologne was so intense that I could smell the hint of citrus and the sweetness of her coconut hair product that mixed in with it.

It smelled like heaven.

"Do you always let a random stranger invade your personal space?" she said, rewording my previous statement in a sarcastic manner, yet I could only find the action attractive.

Her voice was already low, but it managed to get lower.

I need to snap out of it.

This is definitely not me, and besides, she's a stranger that I just met in a bar restroom.

I removed my hands from behind me, pressing them against her torso, which felt firm—and suddenly I was imagining her exposed toned stomach, "I don't," I said, but it unconsciously came out as a whisper.

The woman pressed her warm body to mine, "You don't?" she questioned, carefully staring down at me.

I sucked in a low breath, finding her entire presence overwhelming and addictive at the same time.

When she leaned her head down to me and rested her hands on my hips, I almost gave in right there—but I knew it wasn't a good idea, and I would certainly regret it if I hooked up with a random stranger in the bathroom of a bar.

Apart of me wanted to convince myself that this was a new chapter and that I could do something like this. Test out the waters.

But I knew that was just an excuse.

Maybe I didn't have to hook up with her.

Maybe... I could just kiss her—just to get a taste of the impulsive and reckless lifestyle before locking the idea away in a box forever.

With that thought in mind and the woman inching closer, I knew it was decided.

"May I?" the woman said, her voice in a whisper as her strong hands pinned my hips against the bathroom counter.

I hummed, acknowledging that she could definitely kiss me—even if I seemingly wanted more than that.

"I want to hear you say it," she murmured, allowing her warm minty breath to fan across my face as her thumbs kneaded into my hips.

I practically wanted to roll my eyes back due to the pleasure she was already giving me, and she was barely even touching me.

"Yes," I said, my voice raspy and breathless, "You can kiss me."

The woman smirked, pulling my hips fully into her and pressing her lips to mine.

A low whimper vibrated in my throat—as one of my hands gripped the back of her neck and the other tangled in her soft dark hair.

She instinctively lifted my leg to wrap around her torso, pressing our centers against one another as she practically devoured my lips.

It was like electricity was pumping through my veins, allowing tingles and goosebumps to coat my skin.

I wanted more.

Unconsciously, I tugged her closer to me, taking full control of the kiss as my fingers tugged on her hair, which easily caused a groan to vibrate in her throat.

Kissing was completely foreign to me, but somehow it felt completely natural with her.

The woman moved one of her hands from my waist, grabbing my neck as she tilted my head back fully, taking back the control of the passionate kiss.

Her warm tongue slid into my mouth as her thumb applied pressure to the front of my neck, clearly establishing her role.

However, when I heard the slight sound of voices from outside of the door, I pulled back from the woman completely, causing her to let my leg down and take a respectful step away.

Our chests were rising up and down violently, our breathing coming out in pants.

I knew when whoever was outside of that bathroom door came in, they'd instantly know what went on between us.

So before I allowed the awkward scenario in my head to play out, I walked past the woman who was still regaining her composure and exited the bathroom completely.

I walked through the packed bar, feeling completely disoriented.

I had no idea where I was going or if Mya was even here in the first place—all the different voices filling the room at once weren't helping either.

"Ana!" I heard Mya's familiar voice as she walked past the entrance to the bar toward me. "Jesus, what happened to you?" she asked, clearly taking in my state.

I regained my breathing fully, pushing away whatever just happened in the bathroom. I knew I couldn't tell Mya, not yet at least. I had just told her that one nightstands aren't my thing, and then I go and kiss a stranger in the bathroom... sounds hypocritical to me.

It doesn't even sound like it—it clearly is.

I don't know what I was thinking.

Well, actually I do—and it was centered around her.

Everything about her drew me in from the very start.

"Nothing, I'm good—I was just..." I trailed off, not able to think of a proper excuse, "I just need a drink," I said, realizing that I didn't have an excuse and I didn't want to lie to her face only for it to be obvious.

Mya nodded, "Shots it is," she said, laughing to herself as she sat down at the bar and patted the chair next to her.

I sat down in the cushioned chair, easily relieving my legs that still felt tingly.

Mya waved her hand in the air, directing over one of the bartenders, "I need three shots of your best tequila," she called out, easily making my brows furrow.

Three?

When the bartender nodded and walked away, I turned to Mya, "Three? Who else is coming?" I asked her.

Mya sighed with clear excitement, "So I wanted to surprise you... but my older sister is officially in town," she said as the bartender walked back over with the shots, "She's meeting us here tonight."

I shrugged, "That's cool."

Mya nodded about to throw the shot back when something—or someone halted her, "Oh, that's actually her right there."

I glanced over, and I practically felt my entire existence diminish.

I could practically feel my stomach drop down to the fiery pits of hell.

I just kissed my best friend's sister.