“Well I finished the first draft of my next novel yesterday, so I started edits today.”
I can hear the excitement in her voice. When I first started reading her work, I know she felt a little awkward about letting me read it but now she doesn’t even bat an eyelash. Yeah, when I first read some of her sex scenes, I was stunned that those words were coming out of her mind, but I put that on the back burner and focused on the story.
“Oh yeah? That’s great. When do I get to read it?” I ask stretching out on the bed.
She laughs softly and I get that weird shift in my chest again. “As soon as I get through this first round of edits, I’ll send it to you.”
“Sounds good. What else did you do today?”
“Took a nap. Imani dragged me to Temptation last night to celebrate and we had a few drinks.”
I frown. Mia can’t hold her liquor. At all. Two drinks and she’s tipsy at best. Three drinks and she’s done.
“You didn’t have more than two drinks, did you?” I ask.
“Nope, but Imani did. I’m starting to worry about her. I think something is going on with her and Max. She had way too many drinks last night. Luckily, Liam, Simon, Ava, and Arielle were there. Liam and Ava helped me get her home.”
Relief fills me. If she’s going to go out to a club. I’m glad it was the one my brother owns. The thought of her out and unprotected has my chest tightening with fear.
“That’s good, I’m glad they were there.”
“Yeah, me too. Okay, enough about my night. Let’s do something.”
A lazy smile crosses my face. There’s nothing I’d rather do than spend more time talking to Mia, but I know she has to be tired. “Aren’t you sleepy?”
“You know it takes me a long time to get back to sleep once I’m up. Oh! I know, let’s pick a show on Netflix to watch. I believe it’s my turn.”
“No, you picked the last time.”
“No I didn’t. We ended up watching that horror film you were dying to see, remember?”
“Oh yeah, right. Okay you pick.” Grabbing my laptop off the nightstand, I pull up Netflix.
“Okay, I choose Frasier.”
I roll my eyes,
“I know you’re rolling your eyes at me,” she says, and I can’t help but smile.
“Because you always choose that damn show.”
“I don’t why you complain, you know you secretly love it.”
“No, I tolerate it.”
“Uh huh, then how come you know the majority of the lines to the first few episodes of season one?”
“Because I’ve seen each episode dozens of times. Thanks to you.”
She huffs. “Fine, whatever. If you really don’t want to watch it, I’ll pick something else” she says dejectedly. I know this is one of her favorite TV shows of all time, so I’ll sit through it for her.
“Nah, it’s fine we can watch it.”
“Are you sure?” she asks hopefully.
“Yeah,” I say knowing I can’t say no to her.
“Okay, hang on a second.” I hear some rustling in the background and a few curse words before she comes back on the line.
“Okay, I’m ready,” she says breathlessly.
“What were you doing?”
“I was just changing into a nightgown. It’s hot in here.”
Images of Mia in a skimpy nightgown immediately start flashing through my mind and my dick perks up some more.
“You mean you’re not wearing any pants?” I ask. My voice sounds deeper even to my own ears.
“Uh no. It’s been getting hotter and hotter during the night in my apartment, so I just took my leggings off,” she says, her voice sounding breathier than usual.
“I see.”
There’s this tension there between us that’s never been there before.
“Okay, let’s start with episode one of season three.”
As the show starts, I find myself unable to focus or really get into it. Images of Mia lying in bed play in mind over and over again. My dick is getting harder by the minute and I know I’m going to have to go take care of it.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I know I need to shut this shit down now, yet I can’t seem to help myself.
One episode turns into two and by the time the third episode is starting I hear the soft snores coming from the other end of the line. A smirk crosses my face. I’ve told her time and time again that she snores, but she refuses to believe it.
“Mia” I say softly.
All I get is silence in return.
“Sweet dreams baby girl,” I murmur before hanging up.
As I drift off to sleep, I know I need to get my wayward thoughts under control. I can’t afford to fuck up my friendship with the best girl I’ve ever known. I know I’ll never forgive myself if I do.
Chapter Four
MIA
“Cheers to my sister being a true bad ass and crushing the charts!” Mya says.
I can’t help but smile as I clink my glass against hers before taking a sip of champagne.
“Thanks sis.” At first glance, it’s difficult for people to tell we are twins. While I wear my hair curly, Mya tends to wear hers straight, the black strands flowing down her back. I usually wear glasses except for the rare occasions when I put my contacts in. Mya has never worn glasses.
I tend to wear jeans and sweatpants with no makeup, while Mya prefers skirts, dresses, and rarely leaves the house without a full face. We couldn’t be more different in most aspects of our lives, but our bond as twins has never been broken.
We’ve managed to stay close over the years. Even when she was competing and winning pageants, I would go
