Chapter 18 Unconfessed Love

…Tyler POV… I know that Jenna can t do this, and perhaps it was selfish of me to ask her to come when I know how terrified she is. And the thing is, that I love her too damn much to let her go through any pain, but if this is something that she cannot do, then I will not let her. So I have no problem turning the car around and take her home. And that is exactly what I am going to do. "Tyler, what are you doing." "I am taking you home." "Please don t, I can do this, just as long as I have you by my side then I can do this." "Jenna, are you sure? I don t want you to torture yourself through something that is going to give you a great deal of pain." "Yes, I am sure. So what are we doing first?" Now I know that she is going to hate me, for I did perhaps only told her that we are only going to the wedding, where in fact there is a bit more to this. So as I am ready to tell her, I am prepared for her to either slap me against the head or put her dreadful music on. "Well, there is sort of a bachelor and bachelorette party tonight." "What? Tyler I don t know the people." "I am sure you can get along with them. I mean look, you get along with Clara." "Only barely, but I will go, I am just not staying long, or otherwise you are coming with me." I only but burst out in laughter as she folds her arms in a huff and starts to fiddle with the music player. "Don t you even dare." "No, just because you held some minor details from me, I am going to play my song." Much to my own disgust, I agree for I know there is one more detail that I have failed to add. As she looks at me while singing at her heart's content, she cocks her head and stops, "What else are you not telling me?" "Please don t get mad." "When you say that I already get mad. Please don t tell me it is another wedding thing?" "I am sorry, it s the rehearsal dinner." "You are so dead, Tyler Moore." Yes I know I am so dead, there is also another secret that I have been keeping from her, and it has really been eating me up inside. The thing is that I just cannot tell her, I don t know how to tell her. I don t even know if I am ready to tell her. I am so scared that if I don t tell her that I am going to lose her. Maybe, just maybe I will know how to tell her this weekend. And this weekend has now just begun, we have arrived at the hotel where we can rest for a while before we head off to the bachelor and bachelorette parties. Much to my surprise she actually falls asleep for a while, and as she does it eats me up inside that I am making her do something that she does not want to today. So as she wakes up a little later before we need to leave, I pull her close into my arms. "Jenna, are you really serious about this?" "Yes, I will be fine, I promise. If I am not then I will phone you?" Half convinced, we make our way downstairs to the cars that are waiting for us, as we are standing in very much silence in the elevator, she turns to me, "I guess you boys are going to a strip club." "I can t tell you, but I am sure you girls are." "Well, I do not know since I do not know these people." And then I do what I am not supposed to do, but yet I still do it. This is so against our rules, but right now, seeing that beautiful eyes lost in pain and confusion, all restraint goes out the door. I know that once I do it, all my resistance will crumble. Without thinking of fighting it any longer, I slide my hands down her waist and shift her closer. I pull her as deep as I can into my craving body. I feel her lean her body up against mine, completely closing any gap that existed before. I begin to lay smooth kisses against the delicate skin of her neck, rendering my body even weaker than before. After just a few delicate touches, my warm lips fall on hers like cool raindrops on a hot summer s day. "For fuck sakes." We pull apart just as the elevator opens and walk in an uncomfortable silence to the cars that are waiting for us. After a mere goodbye, we make our separate ways. And yes, I have just created my own problem for myself. I love her, and just now I could have told her, but I did not. So we make our way to a somewhat questionable strip club in the middle of the city, much to my surprise, it is sort of a woman and male club, then to make it even odder is that it has a normal club as well. Not thinking much about the silliness I make my way with the boys inside. Now from the start, it does not interest me at all, I just want Jenna. And it is Jenna that runs circles in my mind. It is absolute tortured bliss. Never has one woman consumed my dreams in total ecstasy. I can still feel her delicate fingers as she laid them against my sculpted chest. Even though my hands had the desire to flow over her body, I left her untouched. I just want to feel her presence, I want her body to beg for me. Somehow I think that it is me that is going to do the begging. I want her, not only to be with me; I want us to become as one. She will be the one that will be undoing. She has become my now, my present; she is the driving force that will determine what I do next. And next is Don tapping me on my shoulder, as I snap out my daze he softly whispers to me, "The girls are here as well." "What? Where?" "I think Joanne said they are going to the dance floor." And that is me scanning the floor from one blonde to the other. There is no sight of her, not even a glimpse, but that is when I spot her. With one confident smile on a face that can barely hold it, I make my way through the crowd. Then my heart does this damn thing. As I lay my eyes on her there is this rush of tingles that spread over my body. And god, laying my eyes on her now is earning me a rather big aching in my pants which I have no desire to even hide at the present moment. Now, this is done for only two reasons, first the obvious of just seeing her, the second being that whatever it is that she is wearing, is sending my heart racing in only but one way. She is wearing a tight seductive red dress that only but accentuates every curve of her body. So not having to wait one more second being apart from her, I stride my way over to her nonchalantly. Then with absolute raw desire, I slip my body behind her and grab tightly onto that toned stomach until every inch of my body melts into her. I hear her gasp as she prepares to push me away, but as she leans her head back and catches a hint of my cologne, she eases into me. The scent of sweet vanilla and hints of honey attacks my senses. It knocks my breath away, and beyond my control, I press my head even closer to hers. Her scent is beyond intoxicating; I want more of her. And as I listen, I hear her soft rapid breaths singing like music in my ear. There are tingles of pleasure running down my spine, something beyond what I have ever experienced with a woman before. I softly moan deep in my chest; this is something is that I have wanted since that very first day I laid my eyes upon her. I softly take her hand and spin her around to face me. And my first instinct is to run my hands over her waist and resting them at the small of her back, but as I find my hands trail the way, her expose skin melts by only my touch. If I was not captivated before, then I truly am now. Slowly with each breath, with each inch of a second, I pull her deep cherry lips closer to mine. She splays her hand against my chest, intending to push me away, but she lets it rest against my pounding heart. As she studies my eyes, I reflect back into hers; there are so many emotions swirling around in them. Then, I claim her lips in a gentle touch, nothing but my lips resting on hers. Just before I pull away, I nibble at her bottom lip. I feel as her body trembles. And then I whisper under the sound of the music filling the walls, "I love you, Jenna." She looks up into my brown eyes, "Did you say something?" "No."