Reba was drifting of to sleep and was somewhere in between consciousness when she heard it. "I love you". I love you? She heard wrong. That had to be it. It was whispered, it wasn't even clear. And she had had a long difficult day...her mind was playing tricks on her. That was it. Narvel couldn't possibly have said...no. She was being silly. Not yet. Not so soon. He could feel...could he? Nah. But she felt for him...Reba groaned and punched her pillow, rolling around to try and fall asleep. It wasn't working. She sat up quietly, hugged her knees, and watched the sleeping man at her feet. Asleep he was just as handsome as he was awake, with the added benefit that she could really study him without him seeing and her becoming embarrassed. He had extremely long black eyelashes, closed over tanned fair skin. His fingers were long and his hand large; his upper body fit and muscled, his chest hard. He was a gorgeous specimen. Sighing happily, Reba once again lay back against the pillows, drawing the covers up around her. Love. Her mind came right back to the words she might have heard. Love. She could see herself deeply in love with Narvel, sharing a life with him, having children with him. She had been waiting her whole life for a man like him. And now…she had him. He rolled over as she gazed at him from the bed, smiling softly. He had a sweet grin on his face and sighed happily in his sleep. Leaning her fingers tentatively downwards, Reba slowly stroked his check, and then placed her hand over his outstretched one. Still fast asleep, he curled his fingers around hers, holding tight. Reba stilled, and then relaxed her hand into his. Slowly, her breathing evened out and she finally joined Narvel in a deep sleep.