Nothing But Love...

running from love...

A/N: Okay, so I know I was supposed to update FATF today, but I ended up switching the order. Will update that tomorrow instead (SORRY!). Please enjoy! Also, this chapter is in Demi's POV.
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My pulse quickened once I exited the vehicle, heading towards the landscaped stairwell that led to the large Hollywood Hills home belonging to him.

The last time I visited him was a few weeks ago, while Wilmer was in Miami. He still didn't know. Then again, there wasn't anything truly going on for him to have to know... sure, Joe and I flirt... a lot. Yes, I text him a lot lately as well, but I didn't hide those things from Wilmer. He knew Joe and I grew closer, from the moment he conjured the idea of having Joe perform with me for my first show at the Staples & Barclays centers. It was the push we needed in our friendship. What Wilmer didn't know was that he also sort of pushed me into the arms of the man I always wanted... and those arms were wide open waiting for me.

Sighing, I pulled out my cell again and re-dialed Joe's number. I didn't even have to go onto his contact, I knew it by heart at this point. Every few months he changes it again and I memorize it all over again.

After just one ring, he picked up the call. It made me smile knowing he was just as eager for me as I was for him. The feelings were always reciprocated when it came to him and I.

"Hey, you here?" He cooly breathed out.

"Downstairs, you gonna escort me up or what?"

I could have easily just gone right up without him, but the idea of him going the extra mile for me has been a thing with us for the past 5 months. He knew he had to prove to me that things would be different for me to even be this close with him again. He had to prove that I could count on him and that he truly was my friend. Of course, he's already more than proven that to me, but that didn't mean I didn't still get a kick out of it.

"Of course, but you gotta stand in front of me when we go up the stairs, deal?" At that point I bursted into laughter. That was another thing of ours— it dates back to even before we broke up in 2010. Joe had this sort of... infatuation with my ass. Most guys did, so I couldn't blame him.

"Perv!" I accused. He chuckled adorably. Ugh, I couldn't wait to see him. Today has already left me in a sea of emotions and seeing him was gonna make it all worth it. I could hardly contain myself.

"Gimme a few minutes, babe." And just like that, my mind flooded with all the dirty things that could possibly happen tonight. Things I could never allow to happen. I bit my lip at the prospect of kissing him, cuddling with him, feeling each other's skin...making love...

"Okay," I said, my mind in a daze from my previous thoughts. I knew I had to throw those thoughts away. Sure, I'd love to fuck him like there was no tomorrow— I think that's been pretty evident thus far—however, I also knew I couldn't. I can't jump into something new right after breaking up with Wilmer, that would not only cause a tabloid frenzy—which I so do not need right now, I've had enough of all this constant bad press—but no, the real reason, is because I love and respect Wilmer way too much to do that to him. He's still an amazing man, and I still love him with all my heart. We would just have to be patient... unfortunately.

Realizing Joe hung up already, I placed my phone back into my purse. A smile took over my face once I saw him making his way to me, wearing that adorable, cheesy smile on his; the scene making butterflies swarm my stomach.

"Hey." He said, his voice always so calm and smooth. Meanwhile, I was grinning hard, trying my best to control my heart from beating out of my chest.