Memory

8

Demi

It was hard to deal with that memory. I hadn't really thought about the bad things I would remember. Wilmer was great, he always asked me if I was okay. It was hard to say yes, because I wasn't sure if I really was. I didn't know if the old me had gotten through it. I was traumatized, and I could still feel his hand pushing up my thigh. I could feel his breath on my face. If the old me had gotten past that, I had no idea how.

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"Are you sure you're okay?"

I looked up from my dinner at Wilmer and nodded, "I'm fine."

He sighed, "Do you wanna go out with me tomorrow?"

I furrowed my brow, "Like a date?"

He smiled, "Yeah, a date. I wanna takr you out to dinner and 'woo' you, and try to sweep you off your feet."

I blushed, "And... after?"

He shrugged, "After, we can do whatever you want to do."

I smiled, "I don't know what I want to do yet... I haven't decided."

Wilmer nodded, "Well you let me know."

I blushed and nodded, looking down at my plate, "So I understand if you don't want to try and remember again tonight, but I think we should push through it."

I closed my eyes for a second, "Okay. We can try again."

He raised his eyebrows, "Really?"

I rolled my eyes, "Absolutely. But I wanna try for two this time, since last night I was cheated."

Wilmer smiled and leaned over to kiss me, "You got it."

Once we cleaned up and changed into our pajamas, I climbed into bed and waited for Wilmer to join me. He was taking lounger than usual, so I got up ands walked into the closet. He stood with his back to me, examining something in his drawer. I touched his back and he jumped, slamming the dresser shut.

"What were you looking at?" I murmured, my brow furrowing at his guilty expression.

"Nothing." He said quickly. I raised my eyebrows and pulled open the dresser drawer. A black box sat in the center of it, nestled in his socks. "What is it?" I said softly, picking it up.

"You'll find out," He said, "Open it."

For some reason my fingers were trembling as I lifted the lid and gasped. In the black velvet was a giant, shiny, diamond ring. I ran my fingers over it and pulled it out, "Is this...?"

"Your wedding ring." He confirmed.

I put it to the tip of my left ring finger, then slid it down, letting it settle where the tan line was that marked it's home. I gazed at it for a few seconds, then met Wilmer's eyes, "It's beautiful."

He smiled, "Not nearly as much as the girl who I bought it for."

I leaned up and cupped his cheeks, kissing him gently, "Let's go to bed."

He took my hand and went to walk away but I took off the ring and placed it in the box, "What are you doing?"

I bit my lip, "I can't wear it yet. I... I just can't."

Wilmer smiled softly and took out a different box, with a different ring. He held it up to me, "This is our promise ring. We both have matching ones, it symbolized the promise we made to each other that we'd accept the other and love each other for who we are."

I smiled and gently put it on my finger, smiling as it too, fit me perfectly. I stood up on my tip-toes and kissed him lightly, "Now, let's go to bed."

He walked with me and climbed under the covers, opening his arms as I snuggled into them, "Ready?" He murmured, and nodded. "CLose your eyes."

My skin felt like it was on fire as Wilmer's lips pressed against my neck. His hands were everywhere against my naked body, and I was moaning out his name. He leaned forward and kissed me, deep and lovingly, slowly pushing his tongue into my mouth and exploring me. Noe of his hands went down to me center and pressed against me, making me buck my hips and let out a loud groan. More and more pressure was added and just as I was about to reach my peak I opened my eyes.

Wilmer was looking at me expectantly and it took me a second to realize I was back in reality. My cheeks flamed and he raised his eyebrows.

"Well?"

I took a deep breath, "I think that's enough for tonight."

He frowned, "Why? Was it bad?"

I shook my head, still feeling sexually frustrated from being cut off so abruptly, so his arms around me pressing me against his body, were not helping at all. I shifted away from him and laid on my side, facing away from him.

"Was it bad?" He asked again, touching my arm.

I jerked away, "I don't wanna talk about it."

He hesitated for a few seconds, then turned away, "Okay."

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