Page 52 of HER SISTER

As soon as Mili opened her bedroom door, I was a smiling mess—practically throwing my arms around her for a hug.

Mili laughed to herself, "Someone's excited to see me," she joked as she guided us into her room fully before shutting the door.

"I've missed you," I mumbled.

"I've missed you more," Mili said as I hugged her tighter.

And I couldn't help but bask in her familiar sweet scent along with her coconut hair product.

I hummed, "You smell so good."

Mili chuckled, "How much did you have to drink?" she questioned, pulling back from me slightly.

I frowned, pulling her back into me, "Just a few shots," I said as I nuzzled my head into her chest.

Mili hummed suspiciously, "How many is a few?" she questioned, suddenly pulling back to analyze my flushed face.

I smiled shyly to myself, "Just um... ten," I whispered.

And just like that, Mili's brows were raised, "Ten shots?" she questioned back to me, clearly trying to make sure she wasn't hearing things.

I hummed as I suddenly walked past her, "Yeah, no big deal," I assured her, lazily sliding off my boots along with my scarf and vest before reaching for my zipper.

And before I could begin to even struggle to unzip the jumpsuit, Mili was helping me.

"Pretty sure ten shots for someone who doesn't drink is an extremely big deal," Mili said, lowering her voice as she unzipped the jumpsuit.

I furrowed my brows when she suddenly paused her actions, "What? What is it?" I questioned, clearly confused by her halted actions and sudden quietness.

"A tattoo? You got a tattoo?" she questioned as she pulled my jumpsuit back a little further to take a better look.

I smiled happily, "Oh yeah, I forgot about that—It's cute isn't it?" I said, pulling my arms out of my sleeves, so I could undress fully.

"Yeah, it's definitely cute..." Mili trailed off, but it was clear that she wasn't the happiest.

I suddenly turned to face her, "Oh come on, it was fun—they had this little tattoos and tequila shot thing set up," I tried to convince her.

Mili gave me a narrowed look, "Tattoos and tequila shots?" she repeated back to me, clearly not approving of my decisions, "You know alcohol thins your blood? Did they even have you sign anything? Please tell me they sterilized everything—"

"Lani," I laughed out, clearly amused by all of her questions, "While your concern is cute, my head hurts and I'm really tired," I said, kicking off my jumpsuit before quite literally falling into her bed.

Mili sighed to herself, "We'll discuss this in the morning," she determined, grabbing one of her oversized shirts for me to wear.

I propped myself up on my elbows, "Okay mom," I teased her, raising a slight brow at her.

Mili gave me a look of disapproval when I suddenly pulled her into me using my legs, "What happened to you being tired? Or your head hurting?" she sarcastically said, gently pulling one of her baggy shirts over my head, which easily fell close to my knees.

I hummed happily, "I was thinking you could help me with that," I said, suddenly pulling her down to me by her sweatshirt.

Mili hummed as she pressed a fleeting kiss to my lips, "I can definitely help you with that."

I smiled against her lips, "Oh yeah?" I murmured.

Mili nodded as she pulled away, "Yeah, I'll go grab you some water and ibuprofen," she suddenly said.

I dramatically whined, "That's not what I meant and you know it," I said.

Mili laughed once, "I know, but you've been drinking and I feel weird about touching you when you aren't in the right headspace," she explained as she retreated into her attached bathroom.

I sighed, already knowing that she wasn't about to budge on her decision, "Whatever," I breathed out as I got comfortable in her bed—easily allowing my tired eyes to close.

Mili hummed from the bathroom, "Glad you could be so understanding," she sarcastically said, and I could hear her footsteps suddenly patter back into the room.

I furrowed my brows when I felt her warm body suddenly straddle me, "Oh but I thought—"

"Don't get any ideas. I'm taking off your makeup," Mili quickly shut my assumptions down, and not even seconds later I could feel her gently gliding the makeup wipe over my face.

I smiled contently, suddenly opening my eyes to take in the view of her on top of me, "You look so good like this," I murmured, sliding my arms around her waist.

Mili laughed, "You've definitely been hanging around me way too much," she determined.

But I only remained silent as I continued to stare up at her—watching as her eyes carefully traced my face that she was gently wiping the makeup from.

I swear I had never seen anyone look so good before.

I mean, the things I would do to her...

"You're giving me that look," Mili determined as she grabbed another makeup wipe from the pack.

I hummed, running my hands up her back, "What look?" I questioned curiously.

Mili smirked slightly, "The I want you to fuck me look," she said, wiping the remaining makeup from my face.

I reciprocated her smirk, "Who said I wanted you to fuck me? I was thinking about fucking you," I boldly said, and I knew it was one hundred percent the alcohol in my system that was carrying me through this conversation right now.

Mili raised a brow, "Who knew alcohol made you so horny, Atiana," she teased me, easily making my face grow hot.

It was definitely the alcohol—and I know my morning self would want to kill me.

I frowned when she pulled the makeup wipe away from my face completely before climbing off of me.

"No," I said, suddenly gripping onto her waist.

Mili laughed in amusement, "I have to go grab you a water and ibuprofen baby," she said, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to lips, "Think you can last five minutes?" she questioned, looking between my eyes once more before she managed to climb off of me.

I sighed dramatically, "Probably not," I said as I turned over in the bed.

Mili laughed yet again as she headed back into the bathroom to put everything back, "Then I'll try to take less than five minutes," she determined.

I hummed lazily as I snuggled into the bed, "You have approximately sixty seconds—go," I said, raising my hand animatedly.

Mili laughed yet again, "I'm on it," she said, exiting the room completely.

And I couldn't help the soft exhausted sigh that fell from my lips as I settled into the soft bed.

I couldn't even bother to actually fall asleep with how fast the room was spinning, how badly my head was hurting, and the slightest urge to throw up.

I really don't want to throw up.

In my opinion, throwing up is one of the worst experiences ever.

I groaned to myself, holding a hand to my head as I nuzzled deeper into the bed, clearly trying to fight so many different things at once.

I internally thanked the universe when I suddenly heard the bedroom door open back up.

"Mi," I forced out breathlessly.

I never called her that before, but it felt like the only word I could get out.

Mili walked further into the room, "What is it?" she suddenly questioned, sitting down next to me, and I could hear her place the water and pills down on the nightstand beside me.

I shook my heavy spinning head, not being able to possibly describe it all at once.

"One word—give me one word to go off of," Mili said, her tone gentle and calm as she gently pulled my hair back and out of my face into a ponytail.

"Sick—" I forced out, "I think I'm going to be sick," I managed to say.

Mili pressed a gentle kiss to my temple, "Come on, I'll help you into the bathroom," she offered.

But I could only shake my head, feeling sudden tears burn in my closed eyes, "I don't want to," I said, and even I could hear my broken tone.

I swear I'll never drink this much again, just please don't let me get sick.

"You don't want to?" she questioned, clearly confused.

I let out a weak hum as my warm tears spilled down onto my cheeks, "I don't want to throw up," I breathed out.

Mili suddenly slid into the bed beside me, gently guiding me into her warm body, "Okay, try focusing on me then," she said, clearly giving in to my wishes.

I wrapped my arms around her torso, "Okay," I forced out.

Mili hummed, "Can you hear my heartbeat?" she questioned.

And as soon as she asked, I was leaning even further into her chest—suddenly zoning in on her heartbeat.

"Yeah," I whispered.

Mili suddenly reached under the covers, allowing her hand to graze my back, "What about this—does this feel good?" she questioned, gently running her hand up and down my spine.

I let out a soft breath as I relaxed into her body, "Yeah-yeah," I managed to breathe out.

Mili hummed, "Funny story—one time I got so drunk in Barcelona, I ended up waking up in a random family's house," she said.

I couldn't help the smile that grew on my lips, "No way," I breathed out as I continued to focus on her heartbeat and soft touch.

Mili chuckled slightly, "Yeah... apparently I went to the wrong apartment," she said, easily making my smile grow, "Luckily, they let me in and helped me get settled on their couch."

I sighed contently, "They sound so nice."

Mili hummed, "Yeah, they even cooked for me the next morning and made me their family's hangover cure," she revealed, as she continued to run her hand up and down my back, "They still send me family Christmas cards to this day," she added.

I couldn't help but lazily chuckle, "That's so funny," I said.

Mili laughed slightly, "Yeah I know," she said, clearly finding the whole ordeal amusing. "The point is, if I can survive that then you can survive this."

A sudden smile grew on my lips, feeling a deep warmth coat my body.

I swear she was the sweetest person ever.

"Yeah, you're right," I whispered, nuzzling deeper into her chest.

Mili pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead as she rested her other hand behind my head—holding me in a full-on embrace.

And I couldn't help but sigh tirelessly, finally feeling myself fall into a deep sleep.