Winter sat at the kitchen table. She had a steaming cup of cocoa in hand while her hair was dripping wet, creating a little puddle near the white mug she was absent mindedly holding.
"If I were you, I'd tell him already. He won't be at you, Winter. I can tell."
Winter rolled her eyes at her sister, taking a tentative sip of the cocoa. It burned her tongue a bit, but she welcomed the pain.
"You always loved him, sis. Duh."
Her sister chuckled, making a cup of cocoa for herself and settling by the table with her sister, stirring the hot drink.
"You should tell him as soon as you can before it gets too late. You'd end up having that brief regret moment about telling him earlier."
"Well," Winter shrugged. "I don't think anything would get serious between us. He's a playboy sis. I hope you remember that."
"He only became a playboy after you left him hanging, little sis. I hope you remember that as well."
