Page 60 of The Wrong Sister

We finish our ice cream and spend a little longer on the bench, our legs stretched out and our faces tilted up towards the sky. My disjointed sleeping hours are catching up with me and I feel drowsy sitting here. Mina takes my hand and I open my eyes, blinking at the brightness. The tip of her tongue slips between her lips, tracing a line across them and I’m entranced by the movement. I reach out, following the same path with the pad of my thumb before meeting her gaze. There’s a new warmth in her stormy eyes, a challenge I want to meet. We walk back to her apartment, saying nothing but energy crackling between us.

I drop my bag at the front door and follow Mina who is already making her way back to the bedroom. She reaches the bed and turns towards me, looking uncertain, maybe even nervous. It’s not what I was expecting.

“I hope it’s clear that I want you.”

“I was certainly hoping, Mina.” She’s carefully holding the fingers of her right hand with her left, fidgeting. “What is it?”

“Do you still want me?”

I step closer, putting my hands on her petite shoulders. “Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I? What’s this about?”

She nibbles at her lower lip, fingers still twisting. “Forget it. I’m being silly. Too much time in my own head, ya?” She shakes her head, blinking hard. “I’d like to be all seductive here, but I’m going to need your help undressing.”

“I’m always happy to get you naked.” My voice has dropped—merely being this close to her, talking about being together is affecting me. I unbutton her blouse, trying to make the act more than merely helping her because of her arm. I sit on the edge of the bed and draw her towards me, kissing her exposed skin while my hands work. I want to take things slow, enjoying the anticipation as much as the act. I slide her shorts down and she steps out of them. She’s standing in front of me in her underwear, looking like the woman of my dreams. I helped her put them on, it shouldn’t be a big deal, but this is different.

I smooth my hands over her soft skin, caressing and teasing as much for me as for her. She’s running her fingers through my hair and tracing her fingertips over my face like she’s memorizing me, as if my features aren’t as familiar as that of an old friend. Her bra is the next thing to go. Now I can focus on her full, round breasts with my hands and mouth. I love the little sounds Mina makes when she’s turned on. They get to me as much as the sight of her does.

She tugs on my shirt and I discard it quickly, not wanting my mouth away from her body. I like the addition of her hands on me, though. Normally, by this point, Mina is impatient. She starts making demands, ordering me around. I love it. She’s a boss and she owns it. It’s sexy. She’s not pushing now, but I want to. I stand up, trading places with her and she lies back. I lick and bite my way up her legs, going back and forth between them, before removing that final barrier between us. One touch of my tongue and Mina is moaning.

“I’ve missed this.” I keep it to small, light touches. Little tastes. Small laps with only the tip of my tongue, tiny circles. When I do finally set my mouth over her clit and create a firm suction, she groans out my name, pulling up on my hair. My eyes meet hers and there’s a burning desire there.

“Inside me. Now.”

I’m out of my shorts, rolling on a condom, and sliding between her legs in a heartbeat. She tilts her hips to take me in and the angle is delicious. The rhythm is perfect, our bodies moving as one. It’s a slow and steady build and I’m savoring every kiss, every touch, every bit of friction.

“Sit up.” She smiles and I smirk back.

“You know I can’t resist Bossy Mina.”

I do as I’m told, sitting in the middle of the bed. She lowers herself onto me, wrapping her legs behind my back. Our bodies are close and she brings us closer, putting her arms around me too, carefully keeping her cast off of my skin. She’s staring deep into my eyes. It’s the deepest, most intimate thing I’ve ever experienced. She’s moving against me, holding me close, locking me into her eyes. The climax is building, but it feels like more than that is happening. It’s like Mina is part of me and I’m part of her. We’re rising together and she never breaks eye contact. I feel as if she’s accessing a part of me that no one has ever seen; something that’s only hers. Her breath is quickening and she’s grinding into me harder. I push up, deeper and faster than before, pulling her hips down into me. She arches her back, eyes still on mine, and cries out, squeezing me. One more deep thrust has me groaning into her, holding her tight. She kisses me, her eyes dropping closed, our foreheads touching and I’d swear even our heartbeats are in synch. That is something new. Something more. I’m grappling with the enormity of the feelings when Mina presses her lips firmly against mine and breathes into me.

“I love you.”

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I didn’t mean to say it. It’s not like I had a plan or something. Ever since that Sunday, though, our connection has been growing, strengthening. And then that sex! I felt so close to Griffin. What happened between us was deeper than the physical act. The words just popped out. I open my eyes, staring into his silvery grey ones. He has stilled completely beneath me. His face is unreadable. He’s looking at me. That’s it. Why is he staring at me like that? My body takes over. My veins are filled with ice, my stomach like a block of cement.

What have I done?

I exposed myself, showed all of my cards, and he said nothing.

I’ve ruined everything. Stupid fucking impulsive Mina leaped first, without thinking. As usual.

I can’t be like this. I can’t stay wrapped up, physically close to Griffin with my heart laid bare while he stares at me, saying nothing.

This was a terrible mistake. I’m not strong enough for this.

I pull away, awkwardly climbing off of him and stepping away from the bed. He’s staring at me. He hasn’t moved at all. I feel more naked than I’ve ever felt in my entire life. I cross my arms in front of myself, the cast scratching at my sensitive skin. I know it’s stupid considering what we just did. He’s seen everything. He has all of me already. I clench my teeth together to keep my lips from trembling.

“I need to be alone. You have to leave, Griffin.”

He blinks, a wrinkle forming between his eyebrows. “Wha…what?”

“Leave. Now.”

He’s still staring at me like he’s lost the ability to understand English. I’m a breath away from breaking down and I can’t bear to cry in front of him. Not again. Not after everything else. It’s too much.

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