I Can't Fight This Feeling - Jeffrey Dean Morgan Fanfic 18+

Chapter 29 - End of the Night.

Chapter 29 - End of the Night.

Early Hours of the Morning;

Emily Sanders...

Finally I am able to just take a moment to myself...the doors locked, everyone, except Jeffrey and I, had left. I am still buzzing from the high of the place being opened for the first time. Nothing could have prepared me for this euphoric feeling.

My eyes landed on my boyfriend ~ he was gathering the dirty glasses and then wiping down the tables. All night, I had been sneaking little glances at him and every single time; I found him already watching me. That look in his eyes ~ the intent as they travelled over my frame; told me exactly, what he had on his mind, and in almost a chain reaction, my own need for him had begun to cause me confusion and I made mistakes that made me feel like a fucking idiot.

Flicking the jukebox switch; music burst through the speakers. Looking up; he caught me staring at him and the smile that he gave me ~ only highlighted those cute, as a button, dimples.

"You ok?" he enquired.

"I never could have anticipated the high I am feeling right now!"

"High huh?"

"Like you wouldn't believe!"

The thing is ~ my dream of having a successful club was well on the way to becoming a reality ~ of course opening doesn't count because of human curiousity, also the following 6 weeks or so, weren't exactly the best time to gage the success of a newly opened business. However, having to empty the cash machine 8 times during the night ~ would suggest that at least it had been a profitable launch. Of course that was much more than I had thought it would be.

"You definitely pulled it off; just as I knew that you would, and you should be high; in fact you should be fucking delirious, sweetheart," he told me, "come here for a minute..."

"We need to get this tidy up done baby,"

"And we will, but right now, I need you to come here,"

Giving in, just as he knew I would, I hopped up onto the bar and slid over until he was helping me down from the other side. My feet hit the floor, but he didn't let me go. What surprised me, was the fact that I have never felt safer with anyone; especially not to the extent as I do with Jeffrey.

"I am so proud of you beautiful,"

'Oh, I can't fight this feeling any longer, and yet I'm still afraid to let it flow, what started out as friendship has grown stronger, I only wish I had the strength to let it show,'

"It's our song....lets dance..."

"Oh no, no, no, no ~ you do not want to see that; I am like a spasticated child with their head stuck in the armpit of a sweater," I told him the truth, it really wasn't the most attractive thing in the world, dancing had just never been my thing.

"You have a wonderfully articulate sense of painting a vivid situation," he chuckled loudly, "there is no way that you can be that bad!"

"Trust me,"

"Well, you don't have to do anything other than stand on my feet..."

"Have you lost your damn mind? I will end up crushing your feet at the very least..."

"Do not start that rubbish; you are as light as a feather!"

I loved the way that he saw me ~ I have never had much faith in my body; which I know is a contradiction of how I am with him; what can I say....? I am a complicated woman; who is a walking contradiction. It is just how I am I guess. Besides, I had read enough articles in womens magazines, to know that being vulnerable about body image in front of a man you are screwing, isn't a good look.