Reba stood before him, frozen and perfectly unharmed. She was also wearing just a tiny towel, her hair pinned up and her long legs clearly visible, seemingly going on forever. Narvel stuttered, unable to form a coherent sentence. Instead, he tried not to stare at the generous cleavage threatening to spill out of her towel, torturing him. She took a step forward, and the towel slid open a crack at her side, revealing a glimpse of thigh. He gulped, and prayed his reaction wasn't very visible. The pair stared at each other, speechless until Narvel grabbed for a pillow and held it in front if himself, effectively hiding his growing erection. "I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry, Red...I...when you were late...I thought...I just wanted to...I thought you might be in danger." He looked down at his shoe, kicking his feet together. I thought Charlie might have come back and you needed...protection. Reba smiled at him. "It's more than okay. You raced to my rescue. Or tried to anyway. I'm sorry I was late, I didn't mean to scare you. I was taking a shower and lost track of the time." She blushed, the red creeping into her pale cheeks. "Thank you." She leaned over and kissed his cheek, holding the towel tight against her. Narvel smiled, trying desperately not to let her realize his train of thought. "Skin. Wet. Reba. Cleavage. Legs. Freckles..." He inhaled her fresh scent, enjoying the light fragrance of strawberries. "You smell so good..." Crap! Had he said that aloud? A quick glance at her reddening cheeks told him he had. Restraining himself before he took her in his arms, ripped of that damn towel and kissed her senseless, he quickly made a hasty retreat. Once the door was closed behind him, he leaned against it, breathing hard. On the other side if the door, Reba grinned, having noticed the obvious effect she had on him. It made her feel sexy, and better than she had in a long time...