Forbidden Fruit

Part 4

Demi's POV

Naya avoided me the rest of the day. After she shot her scenes, she left without so much as a goodbye. I mean, I guess I get it; I was a huge bitch leading her on and then lying about my feelings straight to her face. I guess I deserve whatever karma is served on my plate. And now, as I drive home, I don't know what entrée Wilmer has for me. I owe him an explanation for my actions and honestly I have no idea what to tell him. I know I should tell him the truth but my mind is telling me to not mention a word of it. I can barely comprehend what is happening to me myself, how am I supposed to explain it to him?

Wilmer wasted no time getting to what happened. Sure, he greeted me with a peck on the lips and asked how my day was, but after that he just jumped right in.

"So can you explain to me what that was yesterday?" He asked as he handed me a glass of water over the kitchen island.

"Explain what?" I say innocently, taking a sip of water. Yes, I'm playing the dumb card right now; I'll take any change to prolong this talk.

"Don't play dumb with me Demi. You got me all riled up yesterday and then preceded to freak out on me when I responded back. Did I do something wrong?"

"You didn't do anything wrong Wilmer. I'm sorry...I just...I don't know. A lot is going on in my mind right now."

"Well talk to me...what's going on?"

"I don't really want to talk about it right now."

"Don't you dare start pushing me away again, Demi." See? He knows me entirely too well. It's sweet, he's sweet for caring but it really isn't helping with my case right now.

"I'm not baby, I swear. There are just some things I need to figure out."

"Let me help you then."

"No I don't want to talk about it Wilmer."

"Did you just have a bad day yesterday? Because yo—" I finally shut him up with my lips. I immediately deepen the kiss, tugging on the back of his head so he had no choice but to react back. I swear sometimes Wilmer doesn't understand the word no and that frustrates me to no end. Sometimes, this is the only way to get him to shut up and it works every single time. Well, until now that is because after about a minute of playing tongue hockey he finally pushes me away.

"No, don't think you can avoid it this time with this. You're going to talk to me right now Demi."

"I DON'T WANT TO FUCKING TALK ABOUT IT OKAY? JUST DROP IT." I feel like such a huge bitch at this moment but the words just bursted out of me. I immediately regretted it once I saw the hurt in eyes but I physically couldn't handle being here anymore. I physically and emotionally can't handle having to own up to the truth, at least not yet. Without another word to Wilmer, I snatch my purse back off the counter and head out the door.

I just drive; I have no idea where I'm heading to but I just keep driving and let my car just take me wherever. Subconsciously, I think my heart knew exactly what I needed because before I knew it, I was parked right outside of Naya's place. I wasn't really sure how this conversation was going to go as well but might as well wing it like I have the rest of the day. There is no use in turning back now.

"Demi? What are you doing here?" Naya looked completely surprised when she opened the door and saw me standing on the other side of it. Thank god, she was actually home, and alone. I didn't really have a back up plan for this.

"Uh, can I come in?" I bit on my bottom lip nervously, afraid that she was going to just slam the door in my face after what I said to her earlier today.

"Yeah, of course. Come in." I take a deep breath as I walked in and felt her close the door behind me. "So what brings you here?"

"I got in a little fight with Wilmer. I'm sorry I should have called first."

"No, no. It's fine girl. You want to talk about it?"

"I'd rather not, if that's okay with you."

"Well I know exactly what you need at a time like this. Make yourself comfortable on the couch and I'll be right there okay?" I just nod my head and head over to the couch. I am immediately hit with thoughts of last night. Despite the dilemma it seemed to just create, I couldn't help but be reminded of how much I loved every single second of it as well.

"Cookie dough, or mint chip?" Naya came out with two containers of ice cream along with two spoons. Could she be any sweeter?

"Cookie dough definitely, thank you." I grin at her. There is just something about her that brings out a level of comfort. All the awkwardness in the wake of last night's events were now forgotten and as much as I was glad about that, I knew I needed to bring it back up. She deserves to know how I feel.

"Look, about last night..." Before I could continue she held up a hand to stop me and shook her head. I watched as she set her tub of ice cream down on the table and I did the same.

"No Demi look, you don't have to explain anything okay?"

"But I—"

"I know we were just messing around. And maybe I was just being a little silly. I just got confused when you did that an—" For the second time tonight, I cut off someone off with a kiss. But with her, it's not as harsh as I was with Wilmer. My lips just melted into hers as my hand slid up to her cheek. This kiss was more gentle and innocent than the one with Wilmer but it was definitely filled with more passion. Even though our lips met with more of a greeting than an attack, I was breathless by the time I pulled away.

"I lied earlier...I felt it too." I whispered, my lips still barely touching hers. Naya just smiled in response and leaned back in to kiss me. I felt her hands begin to wander again and this time I didn't fight it, I just couldn't fight this feeling anymore.

"Are you sure about this?" She said in between kisses. To answer her question, I gently pushed her on her back to lie out on the couch and crawl on top of her. I didn't have the words to tell her how I felt but I hope she could feel it in every kiss I give her. I felt her hands travel underneath my shirt and I couldn't help but moan at the electricity I felt from it. She pulled away to look at me for one more sign of me changing my mind but I just responded with a smile as I leaned in and attached my lips to the sweet spot on her neck. The moan that escaped from her lips sounded like a sweet melody and I craved to hear more of it. And I definitely did hear more of it, the rest of the night as our bodies melted together to create that sweet song of our love.