Reba stood at her bedroom door, reluctant to go in. Earlier, she had run out after having a powerful to real dream about her an Narvel. She awoke, told Charlie she was leaving him, and made a break for it. She had acted on impulse and dragged Narvel into his room. She then kissed Narvel, a fierce, passionate, intense kiss that rocked her world. Somehow, deep inside she knew he was it for her. She couldn't really explain it, she just…knew. She had told him how he really felt about him, taking a large leap that could have backfired. If he had rejected her advances, she would have lost him as a friend, an employee, a tour manager, and most importantly...the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. But it hadn't backfired at all. Narvel wanted her too, and she had seen the desire in his eyes when he looked at her, felt the unbridled passion when he pressed his soft, warm lips against her own. It had been so long since she had felt that from a man. Charlie was always off running about with other women, and even when they were intimate; it was routine, even rough. It was sex, not lovemaking. His eyes held a coldness, black dark depths she couldn't read. There was no love there, no spark. She was just going through the motions and she hated it. She let him make fun of her in front of her crew, book dates that embarrassed her, and she was done. He had even called her a wench in front of them! How dare he! Her pale cheeks grew red with fury just thinking about it. She wasn't going to take his abuse any more. But Charlie had a temper, and that's what scared her. Who knew what lay in store for her when she opened that door? Slowly, she turned the knob, bit her lip, and nervously walked into the room...
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