Page 44 of HER SISTER

"I want to talk," I finally said.

Mili's lips twitched up in amusement, "And here I was thinking you wanted to smoke," she said, rolling the blunt as she looked out at the view in front of us.

I gave her a narrowed look even if she wasn't looking at me, "You can't say what you said and just leave it like that," I pointed out.

Mili hummed, "Why not?" she questioned.

I shook my head at her, "Because..." I trailed off, clearly at a loss for words.

Technically, she didn't owe me anything.

But she still shouldn't have said what she did and left.

"Why are you making this so complicated?" I suddenly asked her, and I couldn't miss the irritation in my tone.

Especially when Mili went to spark the lighter—still avoiding my stare, which was something that I was growing extremely tired of.

"And why won't you look at me?" I suddenly asked, which easily caused Mili to halt her motions.

But clearly, it wasn't enough to get her eyes on me.

"Atiana," Mili said, and it was an obvious warning.

I shook my head to myself, "No-no, you don't get to act like this right now when you were acting another way earlier—" And before I could think it through, I was grabbing her arm, "—look at me when I'm speaking to you, Milan."

Just like that, Mili's dark eyes were on me—and even her stare alone was enough to make my body heat up.

Mili briefly glanced down at my hand on her arm before looking back up to my eyes—which made me hesitantly pull my hand away.

Yet all I wanted to do was continue to touch her.

I honestly didn't mean to even grab her like that, but the irritation—my irritation seemed to take over.

I honestly never knew the power of eye contact was so strong.

But Mili seemed to prove how powerful it really was.

Especially with how she was looking between my eyes right now—allowing her own eyes to suddenly trail my face as if she hadn't seen me in years.

It was quiet and tense—and I couldn't pull my eyes away from her if I tried.

And neither could she—it almost felt like we were communicating through our intense eye contact.

Suddenly, it didn't feel awkward anymore.

No, instead it felt tense.

Really fucking tense.

With each second that passed, I found myself wanting to drag her back into that house and practically throw her onto the nearest bed.

My face burned at even the slightest idea, and I swore that I'd do it if the opportunity was in front of me right now.

Mili's jaw suddenly tightened, "Go upstairs—you need to go upstairs right now," she said, and it wasn't rude or demanding.

It was more like an insinuation—like she knew something would happen if I stayed down here for a second longer.

"Yeah-yeah, I should go upstairs," I forced out as we both continued to look at each other.

Mili hummed tightly, looking between my eyes as she said, "You really should."

I looked between Mili's beautiful eyes one last time before forcing myself to stand from the couch—and I couldn't miss how tingly my legs felt or how heavy my head was with explicit thoughts of Mili.

With each step I took toward the door, I found myself growing more and more reluctant.

My thoughts were practically screaming, Don't leave. You better not leave.

But we both knew it was the best option for us.

Right?

I suddenly halted my steps when Mili said, "And that's exactly why I can't look at you."

My face suddenly burned with a rough heat, realizing that her avoidance wasn't because she couldn't stand me, instead, it was the complete opposite—and that thought alone made something swirl inside of me.

I sucked in a deep breath—forcing myself to open the door and take a large step into the warm house.

And as soon as the back door closed behind me, I let out a deep breath that I was seemingly holding.

The deep breath soon turned into pants as I tried to catch my breath—but I could only feel entirely breathless as the events with Mili looped in my head.

After a few beats, I was heading upstairs to my room, even if my thoughts were screaming at me not to.

It honestly took everything inside of me to shut that bedroom door and slide into the large bed.

Especially when all I wanted to do was go back down there and kiss her—even if everyone could potentially see us from their windows.

I let out a stressful sigh, feeling the intense urge to walk over toward the windows—just to see her.

But I only pushed the desire away, forcing myself to remain put in the large bed.

I tossed and turned for minutes on end—actively trying to fight my thoughts.

But it seemed they were fighting me harder.

I suddenly laid up from the bed and walked over to the windows—just one glance.

I just want to see her, is what I told myself.

My brows furrowed slightly, noticing the empty outdoor sectional—which easily made me look over to the digital clock on the nightstand.

I blinked a few times, realizing that I had tossed and turned for a couple of hours.

That was enough of a fight right?

I don't think the universe would blame me for impulsively heading up to her room right now.

Not when the universe practically sent me here.

I shook my head to myself, determining that was crazy—that I was actually going crazy.

I walked back over to the bed, easily climbing back into it so I could go to sleep—but I could only focus on my burning body and the aching between my legs.

I want her.

That's all I could think about—was how badly I wanted her.

I swore I'd never ask for anything in this world again if the universe gave me Milan Damaris.

I stressfully ran my hands over my face before sitting back up in the large bed for the second time.

But this time was different.

This time I had made a decision.

Within seconds, I had my furry slippers on and I was walking to my bedroom door at an abnormally quick pace.

Before I could talk myself out of it, I was opening the door and heading up the stairs—and then another set of stairs to Mili's level which led me to a hallway.

There was only one door at the end of the hall, and as I made it further down, I realized that the hallway curved out into a game room with another living room.

I shook my head to myself, realizing that this was a mistake.

Firstly, it's one in the morning—who's to say she isn't asleep right now?

Secondly, who's to say she would even go for this?

And thirdly, even if she does go for this, it's wrong.

We're wrong for each other in so many different ways.

I let out a soft yet conflicted sigh as I held my hand up to the door.

But I just couldn't bring myself to knock.

After a few beats, I lowered my hand back down, deciding that I should head back down to my room.

But I couldn't bring myself to move my feet—to take the hallway back toward the stairs that I previously climbed.

I laughed internally, realizing how crazy I probably looked standing at her door right now.

This is crazy—I really am crazy.

I suddenly turned away from the intimidating door, deciding that I should listen to my rational thoughts.

However, my actions were halted completely when the door behind me suddenly opened.

I sucked in a deep breath, remaining completely still for a moment—before inevitably forcing myself to turn around.

And as soon as I laid eyes on her, I knew my rational thoughts were out of the window.

Apparently, hers were too—especially since she managed to grab my hand and pull me into her room.