Free Figure 8 by Elle McKenzie

me lightly by the elbow. “I got you a glass of water. My friend owns this club and he has said you can stay in the VIP section for tonight, as my guests.” He looks at Jack cautiously and then smiles at Jenny “All of you,” he announces. I see Jenny’s eyes light up like Christmas morning and Jack is bouncing up and down clapping his hands, he looks so camp right now. “It would make me feel so much better if I knew you were safe, I don’t want you passing out again.”
    “I’m fine honestly, you don’t need to worry. I think I just had a little too much to drink,” I state. I look at Jenny, who I think is about to attack me if I don’t stay, I look at Jack and he is pouting, I know it would mean so much to him if he could stay. He is the queen diva after all, he would love being treated like royalty. “But if it will make you feel better I’m sure we can stay for a bit.” I stare into those deep pools of blue and I see a spark in them. Damon smiles at me and it does something to me way down there. This man has such an affect on my body, it’s unbelievable. I laugh as Jenny practically drags Jack away from Damon’s side. I watch them as they wander back over to the couch that I was laying on earlier, deep in conversation.
    “What are you doing here?” I ask the question he never did answer earlier.
    “Like I said, my friend owns this club. I come by and say hello at least once a month, have a few drinks and a chat with him. I saw you enter the club, I wanted to come and say hello but I didn’t want to interrupt your night. Then I saw you pass out and I’ve never moved so fast in all my life.” He pauses and then shifts uncomfortably from foot to foot, I watch him crack his neck before he continues. “I wanted to talk to you about what happened on Wednesday night.” I feel my cheeks burning. “I wanted to apologise for my actions.”
    “You don’t have to apologise for anything, I am extremely grateful for your help and let’s just forget about the rest.” I feel lightheaded again, my legs start to shake and my knees buckle under my small weight.
    “Whoa, I’ve got you.” Big strong arms hold me up and I’m pressed into his chest, I breathe into him and he smells delicious, fresh, clean, with a musky aftershave smell, it’s heaven. I hear him take the deepest breath and inhale.
     
    Is he actually smelling my hair?
     
    We stand like this for what feels like hours, but it can only be seconds, before he pulls back and looks into my eyes. I see many things in them but pain is what I see the most, like he is fighting against something.
    “Are you okay now?” he asks. My mouth is moving but my brain has lost all train of thought as his eyes bore into me. I am in so much trouble how am I ever going to get over my feelings for this man when I have to continuously see him every week as my psychiatrist?
    “Yeah,” I murmur. “Just a little light headed.” I have a moment of clarity and before my heart can catch up to my head, I say “I don’t think it would be a good idea for us to see each other anymore. I mean in a professional capacity or a social one.” I need to do this for my sanity. The man makes me deliriously happy but I know deep down that my infatuation for him isn’t even real. It’s just my need to feel loved and cared for that is making me feel these things for him.
    I turn around before he can change my decision. I walk towards the stairs desperately needing to get away from him. As I reach the top step his hand grabs the top of my arm and he swings me around. Before I know it his mouth is on mine. I open my lips slightly to allow him access and he caresses my tongue with his. Fireworks are going off inside my head and I feel so much passion radiating from his mouth into mine. I don’t know what is real anymore and what isn’t. I finally pull myself away from his soft lips.
    “I don’t know what you want, Damon. I am so confused. One minute you’re apologising for