HER SISTER (18+) (GXG)

Eye Contact & Impulsiveness

"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.