Page 51 of HER SISTER

"No."

I laughed slightly, "Mili, you know I have to meet her in—" I suddenly looked down at my phone, "—Two minutes," I determined, knowing Mya would be downstairs waiting for me.

Mili only groaned as she stood in front of me while I leaned back into the bathroom sink, "But you look so good—" she leaned down into me, "—and you smell so good—" she suddenly pressed a kiss to my neck and then my cheek, easily earning a small giggle from me, "—And I hate sharing you," she said.

I smiled wider, "It's only for some of the night—then I'll be back here with you," I assured her.

Mili only gave me a narrowed look, "My sister is taking you to a bar—I don't think it'll be just some of the night," she pointed out.

I laughed slightly, knowing she made a good point, "Regardless I'll be back here in bed with you," I said.

Mili hummed to herself as she took a step back from me, easily eyeing the black jumpsuit I wore—it managed to cling to my body while covering my legs and arms to keep me warm.

I managed to pair a white cropped puffer vest with the jumpsuit and matching snow boots—while my straight hair remained down and my face was covered in minimal makeup.

"Everyone there better keep their eyes and hands to themselves," Mili said, and I couldn't miss the careful tone she had taken with me.

I smiled slightly, "And what if they don't?" I said, purposefully challenging her.

Mili gave me a tilted look, "I'm confused? I thought you wanted to go out?" she questioned, looking between my eyes as she said, "Saying things like that really isn't helping your case right now."

I shook my head at her, hating how warm my face was suddenly growing.

Mili suddenly slid her arms around my waist, "Are you sure you don't want to stay in? I could cook you anything you want and we could watch a movie..." she trailed off before suddenly leaning into me to press a subtle kiss to my ear.

And I couldn't help but dig my nails into her arms when she nipped at my ear.

Mili hummed in approval at my reaction, easily placing soft kisses down my neck, "And then after the movie I could show this thing that I do with ice and my mou—"

"Milan," I practically breathed out, easily cutting her short.

Mili only nipped at the skin of my neck, "I'm sure my sister would understand if you suddenly felt sick... or maybe had bad cramps," she subtly suggested before leaning up to kiss my lips.

I hummed, not even hesitating to reciprocate the deep kiss as I arched into her warm body.

Mili suddenly tugged my hips into her, easily sliding her tongue past my lips as I gripped the back of her neck.

However, when my phone buzzed, I instinctively pulled away, leaving us both breathless as I grabbed my phone.

"I have to go," I breathed out.

Mili hummed, leaning down to press a fleeting kiss to my lips, "Have it your way," she said as she pulled back entirely.

And I can't lie and say that I wasn't slightly disappointed by not getting to spend my night with her.

But at the same time, I knew Mya and I would have fun—especially in that cute town I managed to see a few days ago.

—

"Tattoos and Tequila shots?" I read the illuminated bar sign.

Mya smiled, "It sounds fun right?" she said as we sat down at the bar top.

I smiled slightly, "Fun is definitely a word," I said, knowing that the two combinations weren't the best.

Mya nudged me with a laugh, "Come on—It'll be fun to get our first tattoos together," she tried to convince me.

I shrugged, "Let me get some shots first and then we can discuss that," I determined, knowing I needed some sort of liquid courage.

Mya didn't hesitate to flag down the bartender, "You know I'm on it," she said as the man came over to us.

And believe it or not—six tequila shots in and I was sitting in the tattoo chair.

It wasn't anything crazy—just a dainty rose while Mya got a dainty sunflower.

I had to unzip the back of my jumpsuit so we could do matching placements as well—which was our upper left back, closest to our shoulders.

Soon I was getting my tattoo covered by a plastic film, indicating that it was done.

And I didn't really feel a thing—which had to be due to the amount of alcohol I had.

Mya cheered happily as soon as the woman completed my tattoo, "More shots—we need to celebrate the fact that we just got our first tattoos together," she gushed as I stumbled up from the chair.

The woman suddenly halted me, "You might want to zip this back up," she laughed, zipping my jumpsuit up completely before handing me my vest back.

I nodded, "Thank you," I said, grabbing the vest and shrugging it back on before following Mya over to the bar.

I swear this already feels like a fever dream and it's not even tomorrow morning yet.

"Willow is definitely going to be mad that I got my first tattoo with you," Mya laughed.

I hummed happily, "Guess I'll be going to court," I joked as the bartender came over to us.

Mya laughed even harder, "That was the funniest thing you've said all night," she said as the man poured us another round.

"When you hit ten, I'm cutting you off," the man suddenly said.

And I couldn't help but furrow my brows, "How many have we had?" I questioned—I thought it was only six, but had we drank more?

"Eight," the man said before looking over to Mya who threw her shot back, "Nine now."

My brows suddenly raised, clearly surprised by the amount—but even still I was raising the oddly heavy shot glass to my lips before throwing it back.

"I should've invited Mili—she would've loved to do shots and tattoos," Mya said as she tapped on her phone.

And I couldn't help but grow warm at the idea of Mili.

I swear if she was in front of me right now, I would attack her with kisses.

Probably much more than that honestly.

"I have an idea," Mya suddenly said as she stood from her chair.

I furrowed my brows, "An idea?" I questioned back, and it wasn't hard to miss my slurring.

Mya nodded rapidly, waving over the bartender, "First we need our last shots and then we'll go," she determined.

And soon we were taking our last shot and leaving within seconds—or maybe minutes? I don't know, my concept of time is pretty worrying.

And apparently so is Mya's since she managed to take me to a closed store.

"Oh no, I forgot it's almost twelve in the morning," Mya said, frowning as she looked around.

I tilted my heavy head as I looked into the windows of the Gucci store.

Mya suddenly gasped, "Even better idea—" she suddenly looped our arms together, "—I'll get you something from here."

I laughed, "I don't need anything, Mya," I assured her, or at least I tried to—it was getting a little hard to speak, much less walk.

Mya only pulled me into the convenience store, "We need something to remember this night by," she determined as we walked through the small store.

And I couldn't miss the amused man behind the counter, clearly aware of how drunk we were.

"Ah ha!" Mya said as she grabbed one of the Christmas scarfs, "We'd totally rock these right?"

I laughed—and then I laughed again.

And when Mya seemed to wrap it around her neck, I managed to fall into a fit of laughter.

"Mya please—I'm going to pee myself," I laughed out as she began dancing like a maniac.

Mya only fell into her own fit of laughter, grabbing the other scarf and wrapping it around my neck.

Our laughter seemed to die down as we made it over to the register with our matching Christmas scarfs, "Sir we'll take these two scarfs please," Mya jokingly bowed.

And all over again, I was a laughing mess.

The man shook his head at us, "With that amazing bow—they have to be on the house," he said, clearly entertained by our stupid drunkenness.

Mya clapped happily, "Thank you sir!" she said, bowing again before I dragged her out of the convenience store.

"You're insane," I giggled to myself as we made it over to the SUV waiting for us.

Mya only did a twirl, "Actually, I think I'm a genius—matching scarfs and tattoos in one night is a very good idea," she determined.

I laughed yet again, "Best idea ever," I said as she opened the SUV door for me before our driver could.

"After you madam," she jokingly bowed again.

I slid into the car, "Mya you gotta cut it out," I laughed as she slid into the seat beside me.

Mya laid her head in my lap, "I can't help it that I'm funny Ana—conda," she suddenly giggled to herself, "See what I did there?"

I rolled my heavy eyes, patting her head, "No I didn't, and hopefully you forget that nickname by the morning."