That evening, Reba lay on her bed with a book, reading while Ford showered. She tried her hardest to focus on the story, but the events from earlier kept replaying throughout her mind. Technically, the two had fought and made up. She knew that Ford, being a man, thought everything was now peachy keen. He was sorely mistaken.

Even though he had apologized and they had hugged and made up, Reba was still hurt and confused. Those two emotions were readily turning into anger with each passing minute. Why he felt the need to keep something from her, she didn't know, but she was determined to find out.

Gritting her teeth as she heard the shower turn off, she flipped to the next chapter in the book, trying to find something interesting to read. The page she was on was just repeating itself five different ways, and it added to her anger.

A moment later, Ford walked out of the bathroom in nothing but his boxers, holding a towel. He said nothing as he put the towel in the hamper and slowly crawled onto the bed, lying on his stomach a few inches from Reba. He put his chin in his hands and observed her a moment.

Reba could feel his gaze, but she would not look up. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction. She would continue to read the same sentence over and over until he looked away or died. Whichever came first.

Neither of those happened. Instead, he spoke.

"I love it when you wear your glasses."

Slowly, Reba peered through her black frames and over the top of her book at him. "Excuse me?"

"I love it when you wear your glasses. They're cute."

She smiled sarcastically and went back to her book, hoping he'd look away.

He didn't.

Instead, he scooted closer to her, taking her book from her hands and closing it before lying it on his pillow, out of the way.

"I was trying to read that."

"I know." He crawled closer.

"You're being awfully rude." She went to grab her book, but he placed a hand on her wrist to stop her.

"You can't think of anything else to do besides reading?"

"There's nothing else I want to do." She snatched her arm away from his grip.

"Nothing at all?" He grinned mischievously, leaning forward to nuzzle her neck.

"No."

He ran his teeth along her collarbone. "Are you sure?"

She shivered, shaking her head. "Nothing."

He shrugged. "I guess I'll just have to change your mind, then, won't I?"

She stared at him and his crooked smile with a raised eyebrow. He gently kissed the corner of her mouth before moving to her lips. It took her a second, but she kissed him back, rolling her eyes when he smiled slightly. He soon pulled away, kissing down her neck. When she felt his hands go for the hem of her night shirt, she sighed.

"Alright. Come on, now. Stop. Brent's just down the hall."

Ford ignored her, raising her shirt just a bit and kissing the skin right above her pajama pants.

"Ford...are you hearing me?"

"Yeah, but you're not saying what I want you to say," was his mumbled reply. He kept raising her shirt little by little, kissing the skin he uncovered.

"Seriously. Stop it. Your son is just down the hall."

"He's nineteen. He knows this kind of stuff goes on when two people are married."

She put her hands on his shoulders, trying to stop his actions, but he wasn't having it. He just kept right on.

"Stop, Ford...quit it...don't...don't...don't stop..."

By the time her mind had been changed, her shirt was off and Ford's mouth had replaced it. Her hands were holding his head to her chest, kicking the covers off of her so he could have better access. He positioned himself between her legs, pushing her bottoms off, before kissing her on the mouth again. She was just fixing to slide his boxers down his legs when there was a knock at the door.

"Ignore it," Ford told her, his head buried in her neck.

"I can't," She whispered, trying to control her breaths. "Whatcha need, Brent?" She asked as Ford tried to get situated.

"It's Jake."

Reba's eyes widened as she shoved Ford off of her. He rolled over onto his side of the bed with a scoff. "What the hell, Reba?"

"Sorry..." She grabbed her robe from the foot of the bed and slipped it on before going to her bedroom door.

Sure enough, there stood Jake in the hallway.

"Jake, honey, what are you doing here?" She asked in shock. "Not that I'm complaining, but it's almost eleven at night."

"I called you," He said, shrugging. "You didn't answer, so I left you a message saying I was on my way."

"When did you call?"

"Like, two hours ago."

"I'm sorry, honey, I was probably in the shower. What are you in town for?"

"I got kicked out of college and I need a place to stay..."

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