1989

Out Of The Woods

Demi's POV:

Looking at it now, it all seems so simple
We were lying on your couch, I remember

*2012*

I curled into his chest and felt his arm instinctively tighten around my back. We were lying on his plush couch, tangled up together after a long day of shooting. We had just finished filming another PSA for Voto Latino together. It felt so good to be with him the whole day but it felt even better being away from peering eyes in this moment. I let out a content sigh and looked up into his brown orbs. "Wasn't today fun baby?" I say, with a smile on my face. A smile grew on Wilmer's face, before he pressed his lips softly to my forehead before answering, "I loved working with you again Nena". I laid my head back down and started drawing patterns on his chest. "You looked so sexy Hermosa", he said with a smirk and giggle. I let out a laugh. "Well you didn't look too bad yourself Mr Valderrama" I said in a teasing tone. "You did not just Mr Valderrama me" he said with a look of absolute shock on his face, even though I knew he was just joking. "And what if I did?" I said, scrunching up my face to look as cute and innocent as possible. He paused for a moment before kissing my lips unexpectedly. "What was that for?" I said, slightly confused by his reaction. "Well you see mi angel, I wouldn't go around using my last name too lightly.." he said as his arm rubbed up and down my back. I gave him a look as if to say, 'huh?'. "Because one day. Maybe. It will be yours". I felt a chill run down my spine and imaginary butterflies dance around in my stomach at his words. Did he just say what I think he said? I thought to myself. I realise I'm so caught up in my thoughts I haven't even responded and the look on his face is priceless. "When the time comes, I'll be honoured" was all I said. Wilmer let out a breath of relief that he had clearly been holding in. "I love you Nena" he said in his thick accent. "and" I press my lips against his lightly "I" another kiss. "love". Another. "you" and one last one; allowing my lips to linger a little longer. His strong hand stroked back a lock of blonde hair as he tucked it behind my ear. "Wait, I have an idea" I say quickly before leaving the couch and quickly rummaging in my bag nearby on the kitchen bench. "I'm getting cold babbbyyyy" Wilmer whined from the other room. I shake my head and giggle at his neediness. I finally find what I'm looking for and quickly run back to the couch and re-acquaint my position curled up with Wilmer.

You took a Polaroid of us
Then discovered

The rest of the world was black and white
But we were in screaming colour

I give Wilmer my polaroid camera and snuggle into his embrace, closing my eyes. I hear the film slide through the camera and I snap my eyes open, sitting up. Wilmer laughs at my eagerness. "Let me see it", I say impatiently. Wilmer pulls out the polaroid and waits for it to process. Slowly but surely colours start to blotch out the white background until we are left staring at this picture of us in screaming colour. In that moment the world fades to black and white because our love radiates in contrast. I smile down at the picture. Wilmer's lips are pressed against my blonde hair as I snuggle into his chest with an obvious smile on my face. We look so happy. A smile yet again forms on my face and I can't help the tear that rolls down my cheek. Wilmer looks up at me with a concerned look on his face. He uses the pad of this thumb to wipe away my tear. "Why are you crying sweetheart?" he asks as he searches my eyes for an answer. "I'm just happy" I say, trying to control all the emotions bubbling to the surface. "Just really happy", I say with a sigh. Wilmer pulls me into his embrace as I slowly close my eyes; listening to his heart beat and how our breathing falls into sync with each other.

And I remember thinking

Are we out of the woods yet?
Are we in the clear yet?
In the clear yet, good.
Are we out of the woods?