Part 5

The next morning Reba woke up early, bothered by an excruciating pain in her ankle. With her eyes still closed she reached on the nightstand, looking for water and painkillers, but her hand only grabbed a bottle of water. No pills.

"Craaaap…" She mumbled as she slowly got on her feet, heavily leaning on her crutches and starting to move the first, uncertain steps towards the door.

Once she was in the hallway, she glanced at the staircase and gritted her teeth as she started to go down the stairs, groaning in pain and muttering under her breath step after step.

Slowly and noisily, she finally set her feet and crutches on the living room floor, walking straight into the kitchen, almost without even looking at Brock sleeping peacefully on the couch. She needed something to ease the pain in her ankle and she really wasn't in the mood for stopping by the couch and waste her time looking at him. Sure, she would happily waste her time hitting him because of all the things happened the night before, but she still needed painkillers, first.

Walking into the kitchen, she filled a glass with water and walked to a cabinet, quickly finding what she was looking for and swallowing a couple of pills. After she took the pills, she sat down for a while, letting them sink in and start to work as her gaze wandered over to the living room, stopping at the sleeping figure of her ex-husband and her purse set on the small table in front of the couch.

She still had to take it back, hoping that he hadn't gone through it already. She kept on staring at her ex-husband's figure, wondering if he would talk to her about anything she kept in her purse, or if he would apologize for kissing her the night before.

'But then that wasn't a real kiss… I wish it was…' She told herself. Then she shook her head as her eyes went big, "I wish it was? What am I thinking?!" She muttered, waiting for the pain to be a little less sharp before getting up and starting to walk into the living room.

"I'm gonna get my purse now, he will go away as soon as he's awake and that will be it. No one will ever bring it up again…" She mumbled as she approached the couch and tentatively stepped around it, trying to step into the narrow space between the couch and the table. When she felt one of her crutches suddenly get stuck around the foot of the table, though, she knew what was gonna happen.

Even before her body touched his, ending its fall on the couch and on top of him.

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Brock jerked awake at the feeling of his breath being knocked out of his lungs as something, or someone, fell flat on his stomach; a female someone, given the softness he could feel on top of his chest.

"Crap…" Reba muttered and blushed as she tried to get off her ex-husband.

Brock smirked and looked up at her, "Missed me much, honey?"

Reba glared at him, "Shut up…" She hissed, moving her hand to the side of the cushion to lift herself up, but her hand slipped off the couch as soon as she put her weight on it, causing her to fall forward again, her lips inches far from his.

"Sorry…" She whispered, suddenly feeling awfully weak, her heart racing.

Brock's heart skipped a beat and he swallowed hard as he looked up at her kissable red lips. 'I'd want nothing better than just kiss her, right now… nibble at her bottom lip… hearing her moan in-' He quickly shook his thoughts away again and tried to focus on something else. 'Her lips must be so soft, though…' He told himself, still staring at her lips. 'Oh for Pete's sake, focus!'

He forced himself to look down, because he knew that looking up and into her eyes would be a mistake and he wouldn't be able to control himself anymore, but looking down wasn't the smartest idea either.

One of the straps of her nightshirt slid down her shoulder and Brock's breath got caught in his throat when he saw how beautiful and incredibly sexy she looked in that situation, unconsciously showing a glimpse of her cleavage to him.

"Erm…" He cleared his throat and lifted his hand, slowly putting the strap back in its place, "You may want to get up…"

Reba shivered when his fingers brushed against her skin, a shock running through her body as she tried to control her heartbeat, "Yep, I may…" She nodded, checking the straps of her nightshirt before carefully starting to move and sit back straight on the couch as Brock did the same.

The tension between them was evident and Brock took a deep breath before looking at Reba, who was staring down at her hands with her cheeks flushed.

"I'm sorry…" She started to say, glancing nervously up at him.

"It's okay…" He smiled a bit and quickly debated if he should take her hand or not, quickly choosing the latter.

"I was just trying to get my purse back…"

"I figured…" He nodded and took the purse from the table, handing it to her, "Here you go…"

She smiled a bit and took the item from him, their hands brushing together as she did so, "Thanks…"

"You're welcome…" Brock pulled his hand back and looked into her eyes.

Reba looked back at him, clutching her purse in her hands.

They just sat there staring into each other's eyes for the longest time, until they finally leant into each other at the same time.

Their lips brushed against each other's and they were too lost in the spell to hear the back door open, until…

"Hey mom… and… DAD?!"