I am really enjoying working on this story again (: thank you to everyone who reviews! Honestly, I love reading them! Thank you! Oh, and just a heads up… I have never been to a new year's party, so im totally making everything up.

She was absolutely stunning. She was wearing a white sweater dress that hugged her every curve with a black belt that made her tiny waist even more noticeable. Her black pumps were a huge change from her cowboy boots, but it was only for a night, and her beautiful, red curls cascaded down her back. She looked like an angel.

Brock pulled her close, kissing her passionately. If that was any precursor to how the night would be, she couldn't wait

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Reba was a little tense on the way to the party, and Brock could tell. "What's wrong, honey?" he took her hand and glanced at her, before returning his eyes to the road.

"Nothing." Her answer was short, showing that something was in fact bothering her.

Brock glanced at her again as if to say 'I know something is bothering you.'

The car fell silent. The next few, short minutes felt like hours.

"Is this a date?" she finally blurted out. She immediately regretted blurting the question out and leaned against the window.

"Do you want it to be a date?" Brock asked casually, still softly holding her hand.

She blushed shyly at his question. "Kinda." Her voice was small, but Brock still heard. He smiled over at her. "Well then, it can be a date." He announced. "Does this mean I can walk you up to your front door at the end of the night and get a goodnight kiss?"

"We will just have to see." She smiled impishly.

"Really, Brock? You brought me to a golf course for new years?" Reba whined as they pulled up.

"What? You used to love coming to the golf course with me at night." He smiled. Only he could smile after telling a dirty joke and still make Reba weak in the knees.

"Yeah, and look where it got me." She tried her best to resist his charm.

"It must have worked, because you came back." He kissed her lips gently.

She grinned as he helped her out of the car. "I didn't bring you here because of the golf course. I brought you here because the country club is having a new year's celebration."

As the couple walked closer, Reba could see that he was correct. The stairs and gates leading up to the door were all decorated with twinkling white lights. It was beautiful.

"Come on, let's sit on the patio!" Reba dragged Brock through the huge French doors at the back.

The patio was decorated, as well, with thousands of tiny white lights.

"It's beautiful!" she exclaimed looking over the golf course. Brock wrapped his arms around her waist, looking out over the golf course with her. "You sure are." he whispered in her ear. She giggled as she felt is hot breath on her ear. Turning her head, Brock caught her lips in a passionate lip lock. She turned around in Brock's embrace, deepening the kiss. She leaned against the fence, thankful that Brock was holding tightly on to her.

She pulled away, desperately needing air. "Wow." She breathed, keeping her eyes closed. "That was good."

He beamed down at her, "May I have this dance?"

The music was soft and low, but perfect, as they were the only ones on the patio.

Brock led Reba to the middle, where there were no tables. They danced for what seemed like ages. Their waltz soon became a gentle sway.

"I could stay like this forever." Reba murmured with her head lightly resting on Brock's chest. Her eyes struggled to stay open as Brock continued to sway them both.

"Don't fall asleep yet, we haven't even eaten yet."

The couple went inside to grab a plate of food before returning to the patio.

"Mhmmm." Reba moaned in delight, taking her first bite. "This is delicious."

Brock gave her a dirty glance. "You may want to stop that."

"Why?" she asked innocently.

"Because I may just have to have my way with you right here if you don't."

She gave Brock a girlish smile and continued to eat.

"It's 11:57!" Brock exclaimed looking at his watch. Where did time go? They had been talking for 2 hours! Reba walked back to the edge of the patio, dragging Brock along with her. "This is a wonderful way to bring in the new year." She confessed.

"How is that?" he inquired.

"With you." She smiled lovingly at him, thankful that she was bringing in the New Year with the man she loved.

Brock smiled. She truly was the best thing that had ever happened to him. He glanced at his watch again, holding Reba in his arms.

"10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1…HAP—"

Reba cut him off with the most passion filled kiss she could, wrapping her arms around Brock's neck.

"I love you." She whispered breathlessly. Whether it was the wine she had with dinner, or the pure love shining in Brock's eyes, she was extremely turned on. "Let's get out of this place." Reba suggested with a naughty smile.

"So, did I earn that goodnight kiss?" Brock asked at the end of the night as he walked Reba up to her door.

"I don't want to say goodnight yet." She smiled, pulling him inside.

They both fell into an old habit that stood while they were married. They lay on the couch and watched late night television.

Only ten minutes after they had returned home, Reba was fast asleep with her head rest on Brock's lap. You could tell she was exhausted because her shoes were still on her feet. Brock did his best to remove her shoes. As he tried to move her to her bed, she began to stir.

She muttered "Don't go." As he placed her in her bed and covered her up. He kissed her forehead, convinced that she was talking in her sleep. "Don't go." She repeated. "Stay here tonight."

Unsure of what to do, Brock told her he would sleep on the couch. "No, sleep with me. Hold me all night." She commanded sleepily.

Brock climbed onto his old side of the bed and brought Reba into his arms. She may have been sleepy, and just a bit tipsy, but she knew he was there for her. She snuggled closer, praying things would stay like this forever.

Tell me what you think(: im not completely sure where I am going to go with the story from here….but tell me what you think(: