Demi

Wilmer and I sat like that for a while; him holding onto me tightly as I rubbed his back and whispered reassurances in his ear. Finally, he pulled away and wiped his face.

"I'm sorry."

I shook my head and leaned down to kiss him. "Don't apologize. I see this stuff all day and I understand it. You're entitled to your emotions, Wilmer. It's okay."

He smiled softly, shaking his head as he kissed me again. "The perks of dating a psychiatrist."

"Chief Psychiatrist." I giggled, then tilted my head. "I told my boss about us today."

"What?" He raised his eyes, his eyes wide. "What happened?"

"As long as it doesn't his Mia's recovery, it's fine." I shrugged. "But he doesn't want me to go around talking about it to everyone."

"So we're okay?"

I nodded, and ran my hand through his hair. "We're okay."

Wilmer laughed and practically tackled me down to the bed, his lips coming down on mine just a moment, kissing me in a very different way. The taboo part of out relation had been fun, but I could finally go to dinner with him without fear of people I work with seeing us. I could kiss him in the street when we walked together and know I could keep my job. Even now, in the privacy of his house, I kissed him with more freedom. I wasn't worrying about the consequences of kissing him in the back of my mind. Now, all I focused on was the feeling of his lips against mine.

We fell back against the pillows panting hard. I laughed breathlessly and rolled over to lay on Wilmer's chest, kissing his neck once. "You're amazing."

He smiled, wrapping one arm around my bare back, his fingertips drawing circles on the small of my back. "I love you."

"I love you too." I whispered back, almost automatically. "You mean absolutely everything, Wilmer."

He leaned his forehead against mine and we stared into each other's eyes for a few moments until my stomach growled and ruined the moment. Both of us laughed and I sat up, holding the sheets to my chest.

"This is why you buy a girl dinner first."

"I'll remember that." He sat up too, his fingers tracing a line of heat up my spine. "But thinking of you leaving this bed, naked, is too much right now."

"I'm starving." I complained, but leaned into him all the same. "You wore me out."

"Alright, alright... what's for dinner?"

I shrugged, keeping an eye on his hand that was moving up my thigh. "Chinese? We could put on a movie."

"I haven't had takeout in years." When I gave him a look he looked sheepish. "Mia wouldn't go near it."

"You've been missing out." I teased, and reached for my phone.

"Wait." Wilmer plucked it out of my hands. "One thing..."

"What?" Concern swept through me but he calmed me with a soft smile.

"You called me something during my little freak out... You called me baby."

I blushed and shrugged as I shrank back. "It just came out... I'm sorry."

"I didn't mean it like that." He shook his head and looked up at me through his lashes. "I liked it."

"Okay." My cheeks were scarlet, and he laughed good-heartedly.

"I didn't meant to make you uncomfortable, I was just letting you know."

I rolled my eyes and smiled. "Well can I get up now, baby?"

"Sure, love."

I stood, and smiled flirtatiously over my shoulder at him as I made my way into the closet. I had a drawer full of clothes, but I preferred to wear his. I chose a pair of his usual black boxers, then pulled one of his white t-shirts over my head.

"So, Chinese?" Wilmer leaned against the doorframe, completely naked.

"Yeah..." I glanced down and smirked before I met his eyes. "Maybe I should call, being the more experienced one."

"Yeah." He stepped further into the room. "Maybe you should."

"You know... you may not be hungry, but I really do want-"

"I'm starving." He interrupted, one of his hands taking my waist and pressing his body against mine.

~*~

"I honestly forgot how good this stuff was." Wilmer said, his mouth full of food. I sat next to him, my legs draping over his lap and picking out of a carton with chopsticks.

"I told you." I giggled, raising one eyebrow at him. "This stuff is practically my diet. The time you first made me dinner was the first home-cooked meal in the longest time. I can't cook."

"It's just practice, love." He chuckled. "Follow the recipe."

"It's not that, it's the cooking part... I don't know I just know I'm not good at it."

Wilmer shook his head at me. "Maybe I'll stick to cooking and you can handle the ordering of takeout."

I smiled and and ate another mouthful. "What do you want to do with Mia when we go off campus?"

"Are we allowed to take her out to lunch?"

I shrugged, thinking it over. "As long as I watch her, I don't see why not."

Wilmer sighed heavily and rubbed his eyes. "Is this what it's going to be like? Me having to watch her after every single meal?"

"Not always." I slipped my hand in his and gave him a half smile. "No one has to watch me anymore."

"What?"

My smile turned into a grimace when his eyes widened. "Timberline Knolls was my treatment center."

"I knew that but... You never told me what you were in there for."

"It was an eating disorder... amongst other things. I was a fucked up kid, Wilmer."

He put his food on the table and opened his arms, holding me close as I wormed into his side. "I'm so sorry, Demi. Isabella never told me what you were diagnosed with, just that you helped her a lot."

"I feel like I'm breaking the ultimate girl code." I said, biting my lip. "I mean... I know intimate things about your relationship. I never had to ask you how you liked your coffee, or what kind of wine you drink. I already know because she told me so many stories. I used to comfort her when she cried from missing you and Mia. It was heartbreaking, but she still didn't let either of you visit. I used to hold her hand while she spoke to you on the phone."

Wilmer closed his eyes. "She didn't want Mia to see her like that... in that place."

"I wanted to keep in contact with her but she never gave me a phone number or an address. I didn't even know her last name."

"Yeah... She was weird like that sometimes." He paused for a moment. "What are your trigger foods?"

I blinked, surprise he knew what that was. "Carbs, mostly. Too much pasta or bread and the thoughts start to creep in. It used to be Chinese food too... but I've worked through that."

"Should I worry?"

"No." I smiled, glad I was able to say that without lying to him. "I'm in complete control. Besides, you've got enough to worry about."

He smiled back and kissed my forehead. "I know it's a little late, but I'm proud of you, Dems."

"Thank you." I murmured. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you right away, there's just so many things I'm afraid will make you leave."

"I'm not going anywhere, Demi."

I nodded, my eyes searching his. "It's gonna take me a little while to believe that."

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