She looked even worse than before. She now looked scared and helpless. Narvel quickly walked out of the room with Reba, and back to the bunk room. Here have my bed I will sleep on the floor. Narvel expected Charlie to get angry, and he did. But the alcohol got to him first and caused him to pass out across the bed. "Narvel will you lay with me? I just want someone to hold me and make me feel safe." He agreed and climbed in next to her. The bed was small which caused them to be super close to each other. Reba didn't mind, but it was killing Narvel who had the most beautiful woman in his arms. He respected her far too much to take it any further than just holding her. But boy was he dying to.
The next day Narvel woke early not knowing what to expect. The band still weren't home. Thank God, because that would interesting trying to explain. He knew Charlie would be up at 5 at the latest. He didn't want Charlie to think they had slept together and risk getting killed, but he also didn't want to move and wake the sleeping red head in his arms. He knew she was exhausted and couldn't bare thinking about her in emotional pain. Waking her would just cause everything to become more real.
He decided not to move. After Charlie's actions last night, he would just have to deal with what he saw. As Reba slept Narvel was able to examine her fully without her noticing. He studied every line of her face, and every curve of her body with his eyes. God she was beautiful. How could anyone treat her poorly, he just couldn't fathom that.
To his surprise Charlie never walked in. Instead he heard him get up, take a shower and leave.
He started stroking the masses of red locks that lay ever so gently on the pillow next to him, admiring their flaming red color when she started to stir. Her breathing was changing and Narvel knew she was waking up. He was prepared for her to feel uncomfortable next to him, but to his surprise she turned around to face him with the biggest smile plastered on her face. "Good morning" he whispered. "Good morning Narvel" "Why you so happy this morning Red" "Ohh you have no idea how good it is to wake up in someone's arms when you haven't ever had that experience." "You most certainly are crazy! How are you feeling?" "That was the best sleep I have ever had. I feel well rested, and ready to get back to it." "Well we don't have another show until tomorrow, and I honestly don't know what Charlie is going to be like today" "Oh Charlie, where is he? Is he still asleep? Has he come in? where are the rest of the band?" she started to panic. "Shhh I heard Charlie take a shower and leave, and the boys haven't come back yet" brushing the hair off of her face, and looking into her eyes.
Reba sighed a sigh of relief and snuggled back into him burying her head in his chest. "Mmmmmm you smell good. And you don't even smell of alcohol. That's the best part." He chuckled and draped his arm around her waist pulling her closer. "Reba you do know we eventually have to talk about what's going on here, not that I'm not enjoying it or anything I ju- "Good then just hush it and let's just enjoy this moment a little longer while we have the place to ourselves" She cut him off. "There was that feisty red head he had grown to know. He gently kissed her forehead and started rubbing her back.
Whilst in his arms Reba was thinking about Narvel, and suddenly caught herself. *Reba are you starting to have feelings for this man? You know you are still married. Right, yeah I think I will get that sorted today. Oh Lord help me through this please. I need all the strength I can get.*