HER SISTER (18+) (GXG)

Dinners & Last Nights

After opening late Christmas gifts from my parents, Mili and I were getting ready as the sunny day drifted into the early evening.

I had opted for a long white dress that clung to my waist and accentuated my chest—while the lower part was loose and flowed down to my calves.

Mili purposefully matched me in a white button-down while she wore baggy jeans and her dark straight hair down.

She had done a natural makeup look—wearing her usual dark gloss and mascara that made her lashes look even longer than they already were. 

"What?" I laughed out when Mili gave me a suspicious look.

She looked down at the picnic basket that I sat by the bedroom door, "What are you up to?" she questioned with a raised brow.

I smiled slightly, "You'll find out soon enough," I said, patting her shoulder as I walked past her.

But before I could take even a step, Mili was gently grabbing my hand that was still on her shoulder and pulling me back into her.

Her eyes looked down at my wavy black hair before trailing down to my long white dress.

I smiled when she pulled me into her warm body and pressed a soft cheek to my temple.

"Beautiful," she murmured before pressing a fleeting kiss to my lips.

My smile grew as I looked between her eyes, "You look just as breathtaking baby," I whispered back, pressing a brief kiss to her cheek.

Mili hummed as I pulled away, "We're quite the couple," she said, looking over to the full-body mirror as she eyed us both.

I nuzzled into her neck, pressing another warm kiss to her soft skin as her hand slid down past my waist to grip my ass.

"Do you think LA will be nice to return back to?" I suddenly questioned, knowing I had tossed and turned all last night as I thought about Mya.

Mili suddenly used her free hand to play with the ends of my wavy dark hair that cascaded past my waist, "I'll make sure it is."

And it didn't sound like a statement or even a promise.

Instead, it sounded like it was already set in stone—like no one could get in her way of making that happen.

"You know I got you, always," Mili said, moving her hand away from my hair to gently run her hand up and down my spine.

I let out a long breath, feeling somewhat calmed by her reassurance.

"I just hope she can move past it," I admitted, referring back to Mya.

Mili hummed, "I do too," she said as she continued running her hand up and down my back, "But if by chance she can't move past it—I'm not allowing her to disrespect you like she did. I get she was mad in the moment, but I'm not letting it slide again."

I pulled back slightly to meet her dark eyes, hating that she was willing to put her relationship with her sister on the line like that.

The last thing I wanted was to disrupt their relationship even more.

"You don't have to stick up for—"

"No, she's not disrespecting you again—and that's final Atiana," Mili cut me short, easily shutting down any protests that I was about to make in Mya's defense.

I hesitantly nodded, "Yeah, okay," I whispered with furrowed brows.

Mili suddenly sighed, bringing her hand up to cup my cheek, "I wasn't trying to shut you down," she murmured as she looked between my eyes, "I just don't think anyone should be allowed to be disrespected—no matter the terms."