I spent a week at the hotel. I didn't intend to but a day turned into two, which turned into seven. Jimin called me. He texted me. He came by the hotel. He knocked on the door and called out to me, asking me to open up, as I sat on the floor and cried. Finally after four days, I texted him.

"Hey Jimin"

"Dia, OMG. Are you okay? I've been so worried"

"I'm okay."

"Why won't you answer when I call?"

"I'm sorry, Jimin. I just need time."

"I just need you."

"Dia?"

"Please talk to me."

"I don't think I'm ready yet."

"This happened to me too."

"I'm sorry."

"I know it's not the same."

"Please just come back to the house."

"I will. I promise. soon."

I couldn't promise more than that. I knew he was going through his own emotions. And I didn't blame him for anything. But I had so many emotions about what had happened. It wasn't like we had been married and actively trying for a baby. We hadn't even known each other very long. Sure, we had said we loved each other. And I think we even meant it. I know I did. But I was starting to see why people said that sometimes, love wasn't enough. There were so many obstacles that would prevent us from being together. And we had barely scratched the surface.

I checked out of the hotel and headed straight to the doctor's office, thankful that Jess had dropped my car off to me earlier in the week. I had a follow up appointment with the doctor today. It had been a week. One week since I lost my precious baby. How was it possible to be so sad over something that I had only known about for a few days?

The doctor gave me a good report. He didn't see any lingering problems and also didn't see any reason why I couldn't get pregnant again right away. I didn't take the time to inform him that that wouldn't be happening. I left the doctor's office and prepared myself for the trip back to the house.

I didn't know what to expect. I was a ball of nerves as I pulled up in front of the house. I took the time to gather myself before climbing out of my car and walking inside the house.

It was quiet. It was empty.

I turned and climbed up the stairs, walking down the hall towards the last room on the left. It felt strange to come into this room. I had been staying in Jimin's room. I didn't know if I was still welcome there. I sat down on the bed and contemplated my next move. I picked up my phone to call Jess when I heard the front door open and voices carry up the stairs. I could hear Jess and JHope laugh and giggle.

I walked down the hall to the top of the stairs,

"Jess?" I called out as I continued to walk down the stairs. The voices that now sounded like they were in the kitchen, went completely silent.

Jess came around the corner to greet me. "Dia! You are back!" She wrapped me up in a big hug and it felt good to be in her embrace. She really was like family to me. I didn't know what I would have done if she hadn't been there through it all. I closed my eyes and hugged her back, thankful for her love and support.

As I opened my eyes, I found myself staring into the most beautiful brown eyes I had ever seen. I had missed those eyes more than I cared to admit. He was still as striking as he ever was. His slim build with just the right amount of hard and soft. I hadn't seen him in over a week and he still had that kind of effect on me. After everything that had happened, he still had that effect on me.

Jess released me from her hug and Jimin stepped forward. His eyes were already misting over and I immediately felt guilty for shutting him out.

"Dia. I." He reached out and pulled me into him, holding me tightly. I wavered between wanting to hug him back just as tightly and wanting to run to my car and drive far away. I wasn't normally the type to run from things but this man scared me. I trembled in his embrace. I finally gave in to what I was ultimately wanting and placed my arms around his back.

After a few minutes, we broke apart and I noticed that everybody else had left the room. We were alone. The atmosphere became more awkward than when everyone was still here.

"How are you?" He murmured.

I took a minute to gather myself.

"I'm okay."

"I'm so sorry, Dia. I'm so sorry I couldn't be there for you."

"It's not your fault, Jimin."

Why couldn't he be an asshole? Why did he have to be so kind? I found myself getting frustrated because he was too perfect. He was too caring and thoughtful. I went to walk past him into the kitchen but he grabbed my wrist, stopping me.

"Dia." He was scolding me. He knew I was pushing him away. He knew that I wanted him to be an ass. to make things easier. And when he used that tone of voice with me, I found myself getting turned on. I wanted this man to punish me.

What the hell was wrong with me? Maybe it was all of the pent up emotions. Maybe it was just the natural effect that Jimin had on me. But I wanted him so bad in that moment.

He slowly pulled me towards him, his eyes hooded and filled with lust.

"Down, girl" he whispered with a smirk. His face became serious once again as he pulled a wisp of hair from my face and tucked it behind my ear. He gazed into my eyes with a somber look. I couldn't do this right now.

"Jimin, I know we need to have that conversation." I whispered, "but please don't make me talk right now. if you really want to help me, make me forget. for just a little while."

Recognition and understanding flashed on Jimin's face. I could see the pain mirrored in my own eyes, that we were both trying to mask. For just a little bit, I wanted to get lost in him.

He reached up and held my face in his hands as he placed a small kiss on my lips.

I had missed those lips. He continued to kiss me, several light kisses before parting my lips and pushing his tongue inside my mouth to tangle with my own. The kiss quickly turned from sensual to passionate. I wanted him. I didn't want to wait.

He started to pull away from me. "Let's go upstairs"

"No" I said, "Right here."