Friday finally came, her date with Jack was later that night. Now all she needed to do was get Brock out of the house.

He was staying with her until he found a cheap place to stay. Her theory was, he wasn't even looking.

"Hey Brock I need to talk to you. "She said as she came through the door after work.

"Okay. What's going on?" He said as he sat down on the couch with a bowl of chips.

"Well," She began and sat next to him on the couch. "I don't want to hurt your feelings, but I need you to find another place to stay tonight."

"Sure." He said. "Do you think Van and Cheyenne would let me stay with them?"

"Probably." She said, slightly confused. "Aren't you going to ask me why I need you to leave?" She questioned. She wanted to tell him that she had a date with Jack tonight. She wanted to tell him and she wanted him to try and stop her from going. She wanted him to kiss her again.

"No I get it." He said. "You just need your space. I'll be back tomorrow night." He then stood, Reba following suit. "If you need anything, you know where to call." He said and gave her a quick hug.

"Thanks Brock." She said as he closed the door behind him.

Why didn't he even care?! She was even beginning to let little things bother her. Why would he care? He was the ex-husband.

She sadly walked upstairs and got ready for her date. She needed to change her mind about Brock, for good.

Jack arrived at six thirty on the dot. They went to her favorite Italian restaurant and then he surprised her by taking her out dancing.

She had forgotten how much fun they used to have together. Whenever she was with him she tried to think of only him, but thoughts of Brock were always nagging at the back of her mind.

They returned to her house at about ten o'clock. She was just about to say 'goodnight', but she stopped herself. All her thoughts of Brock were driving her to the brink of madness.

Jack, do you want to come in?" She asked hopefully.

"Sure." He said. "I guess I could stay for a little while." He began to walk into the house, but stopped when he felt Reba's hand Grab his.

"No, I mean," She needed to say it. This may be the only way to get rid of Brock. "Why don't you spend the night?"

His eyes never left hers. He was shocked at her advance. "Are you sure you want this? This is only our first 'back-together' date." He said. He could tell there was something going on in her mind. She hadn't been herself all evening.

"Of course I'm sure." She said. "I really missed you." She smiled, hoping she looked sincere. No, she didn't want this. She knew that she should back out now, tell him goodnight. However, some unknown force was ripping through the back of her mind telling her to just let go.

She walked through the door and stood by the stairs, waiting for Jack. He walked in silently and closed the door. As soon as he turned around, she pushed him against the door, hard. She pressed her lips against his, forcing her tongue into his mouth. It took him a moment to gain control, but once he did, he kissed her with all the passion he felt for her.

She suddenly stepped back and looked into his eyes. 'I have to do this' she told herself. And with that, she pulled her shirt over her head. She was now only clad in a bra and a knee length, flowing skirt. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

She stepped closer to him and removed his shirt as well. Before she went any farther, she reached behind him and locked the door. She then began kissing his neck.

Jack was aroused, but slightly confused. She was never this forward. He hoped it was because she was falling in love with him. He felt so strongly about her already.

He lifted her chin and kissed her roughly. Then he turned them around so she was the one pinned against the door. He pressed his body harder to hers as she fiddled with the button and zipper of his pants.

Her mind was racing. A mixture of pleasure and alarm bells. She had never made love to anyone other that Brock. She never wanted to. So why was she doing this? She knew that this was not the way to get over him, but something told her she had to try.

As soon as his pants were around his ankles, she began to slide her fingers under the elastic of his boxers. She pulled away.

"Jack, do you love me?" She asked breathlessly. She hoped like hell he didn't. She didn't love him. She needed to make sure he wouldn't want anything more after tonight.

"Honestly, I don't know." He said, also out of breath. "I love being around you. And you're probably the most beautiful person I've ever seen, but I can't say that I love you yet." He hoped he didn't hurt her feelings, but he didn't want to lie to her.

"Good." She said and smiled softly. She started kissing his neck again. Now it was his turn to ask her a question.

"Are you really sure you want to do this?" He asked. He had been a therapist long enough to know when someone was mentally struggling.

"I don't know." She said.

With that she closed the gap between their lips. His tongue massaged hers. He bent and ran his hands up her thighs. In one swift motion, she jumped a little and wrapped her legs around him as he lifted her. He reached beneath her legs and let his boxers meet his pants at his ankles.

Their lips remained fused throughout this whole ordeal. He ran his hands up her thighs to make and attempt at removing her panties, but stopped when he felt nothing but skin. He broke the kiss and looked at her questioningly. She just smiled. He didn't know that she had removed them when she went to the bathroom after dancing.

She kissed him once again, pulling him closer. Without further thought he shifted position and shoved all the way into her. She gasped. This was her first time in seven years and it sent strikes of lightning through her body.

Once the initial shock wore off, he slowly began moving inside her. She matched his movements perfectly. He quickened the pace, pulling all the way out and shoving all the way in, over and over.

Her head was spinning. She felt her orgasm begin to build. She pulled his face from her neck, where he had been sucking and biting, and kissed him hard.

They were both close. He pushed her harder into the door. She felt the wood digging into her back, but she didn't care. The pain only added to the pleasure.

With one final push they both came with breathless sounds.