Demi

The next morning I woke up with Wilmer's arms around me, snuggled up against his chest. The memory was still fresh in my mind, and I squeezed my eyes shut, trying not to think about it. When I opened them, Wilmer was smiling at my softly, and I scrunched up my nose, sitting up to stretch.

"Good morning." He said, his fingers trailing lightly up and down my back.

I smiled and brought myself back down, cupping his cheeks and kissing him. I let my lips linger on his for a second, then pulled away, keeping my face close to his as I smiled. "Good morning."

Wilmer tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, searching my eyes, "So you've decided you're gonna talk to me today?"

I sighed, "Not about that memory."

He pouted, sticking out his lower lip a bit and I giggled, kissing him again. "It was nothing, not a big deal at all."

He raised an eyebrow, "Obviously it was."

I shook my head and then rolled my eyes, "Fine. I'll tell you one thing about it, but then you cannot ask me anything about it again, okay?"

He nodded, solemly, "Got it."

I bit my lip, "It was sexual."

Wilmer's eyes widened and I got out of the bed, walking into the closet to change into sweatpants and a tank top. When I came back, I giggled at Wilmer. He was laying in the same spot, staring at the ceiling with a thoughtful expression.

"You good?" I smirked at him.

He let out a groan and threw his arm over his eyes, shielding his face from me, "Was it at least... you know, good?"

I shrugged, sitting on the bed, "It was alright."

Wilmer looked at me, "Just alright?"

I giggled again, ,"I'm kissing babe, it was amazing, but I didn't get to... finish."

Wilmer nodded, "That's why you didn't want to touch m last night." He poked my side with a teasing smile, "Someone's horny."

I rolled my eyes and smacked the side of his head, "This is why I didn't wanna tell you, you jerk."

He grabbed my waist as I went to get up, snuggled into my neck, "I'm kidding nena, I know how you feel."

I played with the hair on the back on his neck for a few minutes as we just laid there in silence, him occasionally placing a kiss on my collar bone.

"It's crazy how easy all of this is, being with you. I mean I've only 'known' you for a week or two and I'm already having these thoughts."

He looked up at me and smiled, "What kind of thoughts?"

I brushed my fingers over his lips, "That I want to kiss you all the time..." I leaned in closer with a coy smile on my face, "Everywhere." He closed his eyes and cleared his throat causing a loud laugh to escape my lips, "I'm kidding Will." He rolled his eyes as I pecked his cheek, "Kinda."

He smiled, "Don't worry, I want to do the same thing to you, not kidding." He kissed me back, "At all."

I blushed and shook my head, "New topic."

Wilmer shrugged, "You wanna talk about our date tonight?"

I smiled, "Where are we going?"

He shrugged, "Surprise, but dress fancy. I'm going all out, limo and everything."

I smiled, "Still trying to 'woo' me?"

He kissed me gently, "Every day."

I bit my lip, "What time?"

"Seven on the dot."

I nodded and leaned over to check the time, "That means I have... nine hours." I patted his cheek, "Better get a move on."

His arms tightened around me as I went to get up, "I didn't get a kiss."

I sighed heavily, as if it were burden, but smiled and leaned down, pressing my lips to his. He kissed back with an intensity that took my breath away. Before I knew it, we were making out like teenagers. He rolled over so he was hovering over me and let me feel his weight, pressing himself between my legs. I was panting now, as he kissed his way down my neck and chest. He rested his weight on one elbow and the other on my stomach, trailing it slowly up my body. He was holding back, but I didn't want him to. I was ready, I loved him, and wanted all of him. The only issue was telling him that. I rolled us over so I was straddling him and ran my hands over his bare chest, letting my nails trail down his sculpted abdomen. He moaned softly and closed his eyes, the sound making my stomach twist and my body heat up another few degrees.

I gently pulled away from him and smirked. "See you at seven"

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