Reba watched Brock over the top of her novel as they sat on opposite ends of the couch. She had her knees bent in front of her and her bare feet on the couch, making it easy for her to observe him without being caught. His eyes barely blinked as he watched the game on television, making her smile a bit.

He was the same Brock she met in college. The same smile, the same fake tan, the same ego…but he had also changed. His eyes held more depth, more feeling. It was as if all of the years had taken their toll on him and his eyes showed the passing of time. Yet, they were still the same soft, blue, and they held the same passion they used to, albeit a bit less ambition.

"Are you staring at me?"

"No." Her eyes darted back to her novel, her heart beating faster at the idea of being caught staring. He didn't say anything and was soon enthralled by the game once more. After she was sure he wasn't paying her any attention, she looked at him once more, biting her lip.

It wasn't that she wanted him or didn't want him again, she just wasn't sure. If she felt one way or the other then she wouldn't have given them another thought. She just wished there was some way she could be sure about her feelings.

Ever since Barbra Jean brought the notion of him wanting to be with her into her consciousness, she couldn't stop thinking about it. Her dreams had begun again, the ones where a man made passionate love to her. She never knew who the man was before, but she knew that it had to be him. It was all too closely related for her to believe otherwise.

"Okay, what's on your mind?"

"What do you mean?" He chuckled and turned down the volume on the television.

"I can see you watching me out of the corner of my eye."

"I'm just spacing out. Tired, I guess." She tried to get out of being caught, but she should have known he wouldn't let it go. He turned on the couch, almost fully facing her as she closed her novel and sat it on the table.

"You've been jumpy since you went to lunch with Barbra Jean the other day."

"Have I?" She wrapped her arms around her knees, resting he chin atop them. They stared into each other's eyes for a moment, unsure of what to say next. She sighed, deciding to just get it out in the open. It would come out eventually anyway. "You already know what she talked to me about, don't you?"

"Yes, I think I do. Do you want to talk about it with me?" His heart jumped at the thought of her even considering getting back together with him. She could see his eyes light up with excitement, or something like it, and she didn't know how to react.

"Brock, we didn't work the first time, and I don't know if I want to take the chance of screwing it up the second." He nodded, patting the top of her bare foot before standing and walking towards the stairs.

"Whatever you think is best. Goodnight." She watched as he walked upstairs, going to bed. His answer didn't satisfy her at all! She was expecting him to plead his case, to tell her all the things she was too afraid to hear him say. She was expecting a fight or something drastic, but he only respected her thought and went to bed. How could he go to bed at a time like that?

She stood from the couch and paced for a moment, wondering what her next move should be. Without taking much time to think she simply turned the television off and decided to go to bed as well. However, as she passed the room where her ex-husband slept, she couldn't stop herself from knocking loudly and turning the doorknob.

"You just walked away?" He sat up in bed, staring at the form of his ex-wife standing in the doorway of his room. He turned on the light, awaiting her explanation why she entered his room so violently. "You didn't even say anything, or tell me things that I'm too scared to hear. You just walked away from me!"

"Reba, I know you have some thinking to do, so I'm giving you that chance."

"Maybe I need to be pushed one way or the other! You can't just leave me out on the edge, Brock. Talk to me." He stood from the bed, walking close to her. She tried to ignore the fact that he was only in his boxers by looking into his eyes.

"What the hell do you want me to say? If I tell you how I feel then you yell at me for being ridiculous, but if I keep quiet then you yell at me for not saying something that you say makes you uncomfortable. I don't know about you, Reba, but I've already decided who the crazy one is here."

"I want you to tell me how you feel. Just…say it, right now." He shook his head, trying to decide how he wanted to tell her. She was looking into his eyes expectantly, and he couldn't help himself. He grabbed her upper arms in his hands and pushed her into the door, closing it with a slam. His lips descended upon hers with force, taking her breath away.

She wasted no time and wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling the bare skin of his shoulders beneath her hands as his tongue penetrated her lips. His fingers ran through her hair, loosening her curls as he felt the heavy rising and falling of her chest against his. He pulled away before he couldn't stop, holding her bottom lip between his teeth until they completely parted.

"I love you, and I want you more than anything I've ever wanted. And that's how I feel." She could barely keep her eyes open, having been hit so harshly with lust for him from their kiss. If one kiss could make her head spin, what would it be like to make love to him again, she had to wonder.

"I…Brock, I…" She cleared her voice when she realized her words would only come out as a whisper. "I have to go to bed."

He nodded as she moved closer to him to open the door behind her, never breaking eye contact. She had what she needed to make her decision, she thought, as she closed his door and hurried to her own room to splash water over her face.