HER SISTER (18+) (GXG)

Confessions & Heated Moments

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.