Demi

Wilmer and I hung around the house for the rest of the day, learning more about each other. He told me about his move from Venezuela, when he was a kid, and how his life changed when he finally landed a job as a music producer. That was how he met Isabella. They lived in Illinois for a while after they started a family, but when she died he moved back to LA. Now he's back here on a break to deal with Mia's issues. We watched a couple movies, cuddled a lot and, yes, kissed a lot. Everything was so different from what I thought I knew about relationships. It was fun, and full of laughter. I'd forgotten what it was like to be protected.

Wilmer and I were lying on the couch when I suddenly smiled and leaned up to kiss him.

"What was that for?" He murmured, as I pulled away.

"Because it feels good not to be afraid to do that." I stroked his cheek as I spoke. "When I was with Greg, I was afraid to kiss him when we were having our good moments. He liked control, in every aspect of our relationship."

Wilmer closed his eyes and shook his head. "I hate what he did to you. I hate what he took from you."

I sighed. "I do too. But I don't want him to hurt us. He's like cancer in a relationship; he's toxic. I don't want the thought of him to tear us apart. I won't let him. That's why I don't get into relationships; people can't handle it."

Wilmer pulled me into his chest. "I don't want you to worry about that Demi. We're in the same boat. We're both in our first relationship in a long time. You'd be surprised at how many women can't handle a deceased wife. Eventually, I just stopped trying. Also because of Mia, but I couldn't find someone who stayed longer than five minutes."

This time, I hugged him tighter. "That's terrible Wilmer. But, I can't say I'm not glad you were single."

He chuckled. "Me too. It's funny how things work out like that."

We didn't say much more as the sun outside slowly set, Wilmer's lips gently finding my forehead or my nose every now and then. Eventually though, my stomach began to growl and I giggled a bit, tilting my head up to look at Wilmer as his did the same.

He pecked my lips once. "What do you say we go over to my house? I've got to shower and change, but I'd like to make you dinner."

Even though we'd slept in the same bed together, I could tell he was slightly nervous."

"I'd like that." Wilmer smiled and stood up, holding out his hand to take. Once I stood, I glanced down in embarrassment at my outfit. "I need to change really quick. Just... Don't move."

He nodded, and I ran past him, up the stairs and to my closet. I pulled on a pair of jeans, promptly falling over with a yelp as my legs got tangled.

"Are you okay?" Wilmer yelled, and I could hear laughter in his voice.

"Fine!" I called back, yanking a blouse over my head. I ran a brush through my hair and put makeup over my bruises, then brushed my teeth, twice. I took the stairs carefully this time, watching my feet so I didn't fall over.

"Okay, let's go." I said, and Wilmer came into my view, smiling as he appraised me.

"Beautiful."

I blushed, and smiled, wrapping my arms around his waist. "Thank you."

He kissed my nose, and together we walked out the door, pausing as I locked it behind me and set the alarm.

Wilmer's house was beautiful, with a modern interior. His kitchen was full of granite and stainless steel, evidence that he was indeed an elaborate cook.

"Make yourself at home." He murmured. "I'll be quick."

He walked upstairs and left me free to explore. His house was chilly, so I crossed my arms and shivered as I examined the pictures on the wall. His wife, Isabella, was gorgeous. I had always remembered her like that. Treatment had done her well, and put the light back in her eyes. There were so many photos of her and Mia, leading straight up to what I assumed was Mia's sixth birthday. I walked deeper into the house and followed the pictures up the stairs, smiling at one that was obviously Wilmer as a kid, with his father. Soon my feet unknowingly took me into an open doorway and when I looked up I found myself in Wilmer's bedroom. I should've walked downstairs, but I walked further in, examining the picture of Isabella and Mia on his nightstand. My fingers trailed over the soft blankets of his bed and when I turned, a side door opened and Wilmer walked in, covered only by a towel around his waist.

"Uh, hi." He said, and I let out a laughed.

"I'm sorry... I was looking at the pictures and just ended up in here."

He smiled. "No it's okay. I'll give you a tour in a sec, I've just got to get dressed."

He walked past me and I tried to keep my eyes on his face instead of his glistening, muscled abdomen. Wilmer disappeared through another door and a couple minutes later, came out fully clothed. He took my hand and smiled.

"So this, obviously is my bedroom." We walked down the hall and he stopped outside another door. "This is Mia's, but I'll wait until I've covered up the holes she punched in the walls before I show it to you." I raised an eyebrow and he sighed. "They're... recent."

We kept walking and went past a door. "What's in there?"

Wilmer's jaw clenched. "We don't.... Uhm... That's where she..."

I covered my mouth with my hand. "Wilmer, I'm so sorry."

He shook his head. "Don't worry about it." He reached over and jiggled the door handle. "It's locked. My sister had the key. I don't want to be tempted until I'm truly ready to go in there."

I nodded. "I think I'm good for now with the tour. Let's eat."

Wilmer nodded. "You can help me if you want."

I giggled and wrapped my arms around his middle. "You'll want to take that back."

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