IK

For weeks you had been arguing— every small thing setting something off, eventually, tonight, you had enough. A hurtful arguments, insults thrown from both sides, escalating to shoves from you, made you walk out the door. You couldn’t do it anymore, the arguing and not talking, the jealousy, the lies and the way you felt crazy for even talking to him about what was bothering you, not because he doesn’t want to understand your feelings but because he THINKS he already understands without even asking. Storming out, your legs had a mind of their own and you somehow ended up in a club, dancing and drinking and crying your thoughts away. People looked at you like you were crazy, but it was all a blur really. A few hours go by and you see Nico’s sister in the club. She sees you and walks up to you and you two talk. But your body is hyper aware of her— even in this room full of drunk people and sweat and the extremely loud music, all you could think about was her perfume, and her lips and the way they looked wrapped around the glass, the way she was looking at you, really looking at you, her beautiful eyes. So, against your better judgement, you grab her and kiss her, to your surprise, she kisses back, a few minutes of intensely making out, you finally pull away. You panic— you want to say something but you freeze up because that’s your boyfriends SISTER, but it’s impossible to ignore the feeling in your chest, and the way that she doesn’t look at you like this was regretful but like she wants to do it again. Now you have to figure out what to do, because on one hand you feel guilty, but on the other hand, you’ve just realised maybe the one person who has always been there the whole time is your boyfriends sister, Amora.