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A confused grunt sounded through the room as I instantly looked to Wilmer. His eyes opened only the slightest bit as he made eye contact with me for just a second before looking away.
I hadn't gotten any sleep all night, I was scared of Wilmer waking up in the middle of the night and leaving again. I couldn't lose him again, and after he told me that he loved me last night, I had some hope.

My hope was crushed when he shot up from the bed, frowning at me as he roughly pushed the covers from his fully dressed body.
I didn't want to invade too much last night, so obviously I didn't undress him.

"What am I doing here?" He scowled at me, anger and hurt clouding his eyes as my stomach dropped. My heart was thudding incredibly hard, and my eyes welled up with tears as he stood next to my bed staring down at me.

I opened my mouth to answer, but at first, nothing would come out. His features softened as he examined the state that I was in. "You showed up here last night, you were drunk in my apartment when I got home...you said some things and then I helped you to bed"

Wilmer ran his hand through his hair, his expression strained as if he wasn't quite sure what to think. "What things did I say?"

"That I hurt you...that you miss me but hate what I did."

"Anything else?"

I nodded, sucking in a sharp breath. "You told me that you love me..."

The older man looked to the floor. He no longer looked angry, but soft and confused. Vulnerable. He looked vulnerable. As if even after I lied to him and he left, he still let his walls down in front of me. Maybe he didn't trust me entirely, but I could tell that a part of him wanted to.
"I do love you."

I couldn't help the blush that rose to my cheeks at the admission. I didn't know what to say to that. I wasn't sure that I should say it back. I know that I do love him, but I would feel guilty if I did say it, because you're not meant to hurt the ones you love. "But sometimes the ones you love are the ones who hurt you the most..." He trailed off.

The tension in the room grew, and I was dying to get away from it. "Where did you go when you left?"

Wilmer's jaw clenched. "I went to go see my parents in Colombia. I needed some headspace and to speak to people who care about me regarding our situation."

"Your parents?" Wilmer nodded, "Well, they're never going to want to meet me now."

"If I can forgive you; if we can sort this out, then they will be happy to meet you. They've heard how highly I've spoken of you in the past, and they were happy for me..." I nodded my head. You fucked up...again Demi. "You said that you came home last night and I was in your apartment, where were you?" He asked.

I wasn't quite sure what to tell him. I knew he didn't like Jeremy, and I didn't want him to take it as if I was planning on actually see Jeremy at the party. I couldn't lie to Wilmer anymore though, it would just make matters even worse. I stared at the ground in thought at how to explain this to him. "Demi, where did you go last night?" He repeated, sounding tired in his voice.

"I went to a frat party." I admitted, running my fingers through my black hair anxiously.

"A frat party? Did you drink?"

I nodded, "I drank a little..."

"Was Jeremy there?"

"Yes" I looked up at him and saw his expression change from soft to angered. "I didn't know he was going to be there though."