The Weekend
Chapter Ten
Reba awoke the next morning with an awful feeling inside of her stomach. Her eyes snapped open and anxiety rose inside of her like a kettle bubbling to the surface.
It was Sunday.
Tomorrow their car would be ready and they would have to head home, putting an end to their weekend together.
The thought of this weekend coming to an end radiated pain throughout her chest. She didn't want to go back to her old life, she couldn't. She couldn't look at him and not think about their wonderful weekend together. She couldn't go back to pretending like what they had no longer exists. She couldn't face that. She'd done it once and it almost ripped her in two, she couldn't do it again.
She closed her eyes tightly together, trying desperately to push this realization away. Brock moved behind her and held her closer to his body. She wanted to bask in this feeling, remember every little detail so she could carry the warmth with her because, for all she knew, this could be the last time she ever felt him pull her closer. They would return home and everything would return to what it once was and the next time Brock pulled someone closer, it wouldn't be her.
Cut it out.
Reba pulled herself from his grasp, careful not to wake him, and wrapped the plush, green blanket around her nude body. Everything inside of her wanted to cry, to scream, to let all of it out, but she refused to. She had cried enough this weekend, she couldn't bring herself to do it again.
She walked to the window and gently pulled the curtain back. It was raining. Of course it was raining. As if the day wouldn't be hard enough, it had to rain and set the mood before it even began.
Brock lifted his head from the pillow to see Reba looking out of the window. He smiled when he noticed she was wrapped up in a blanket, but frowned as he watched her head dip and rest down against her chest. Goosebumps covered her exposed skin and he knew immediately what was troubling her. It was Sunday.
He peeled himself from the covers quietly and walked to Reba, wrapping his arms around her waist. He felt her jump at his touch, but she immediately melted into him.
Reba smiled at Brock's sudden touch and for a moment, the pain that was eating away at her chest vanished. His warmth spread throughout her like a wildfire and she was thankful he had woken up when he did. She no longer wanted to be alone with her thoughts.
"Good morning." His voice was a whisper against her ear and she giggled when it tickled her skin.
"Morning."
He wrapped his arms tighter around her middle and nuzzled his nose into the crook of her neck. "Why don't we get back into bed, what do yah say?"
"It's raining."
Reba lifted her blue pools and stared out of the window once again. She watched the droplets of water as they hit the ground and splashed back into the air. They weren't outside, but she could feel the coolness in the air.
"It's our last day together and it's raining."
"Oh, honey." He ran his hands down the length of her arms and crossed them across her chest, holding her as tightly as he could. "Don't think about that."
"I can't, Brock." Silence filled the room for a moment and she took a deep breath, trying desperately to calm herself down for she knew the flood gates were about to open. "What's going to happen when we leave?"
Her voice was quiet and filled with emotion and Brock swore he could feel a piece of his heart fall from his chest.
"Honestly? I… I don't know."
He had a wife and a son to go home to and he didn't know where that would leave him and Reba, but he knew he couldn't lose her. He wouldn't. He quickly turned Reba around and placed his hands on either side of her face, looking deep into her eyes as he spoke.
"But we will figure it out, I promise you. I'm not going to lose you, not again."
Reba closed her eyes and nodded silently. She wanted to believe him, she needed to believe him, but she didn't. How could this possibly work out? He was married and she wasn't. It was as simple as that. But there was no use in telling him that.
"Now how about we get back into bed?"
The morning seemed to vanish before their eyes as they held each other in silence under the light green sheets of the bed they'd grown so very familiar with. The sound of the rain ricocheting off of the window filled the room and despite everything, warmth surrounded them as if they were trapped in their own little bubble.
The thought of leaving loomed over them, but they managed to push it far enough away that they could enjoy their last few hours together. It's not like they would never see each other again, right? The man was over at her house every single day. They could work this out. Right?
The hours passed by like minutes and the rain outside began to lighten. They were so wrapped up in each other, they didn't realize how fast their time together was passing.
Brock looked down at Reba's head which was resting against his chest. He traced the curls that lied gently against his flesh. They curled and tangled like water flowing down a river; so bright and so beautiful, just like her. She had been quiet this morning, but so had he. He had so much he wanted to say, but he didn't know how to say it. He wanted to let her know that it would be okay, but he didn't have the right words.
He turned to the nightstand and stared at the flashing blue light that reminded him of their limited time together. It was two o'clock in the afternoon, where had the day gone?
"Let's go for a walk." He brushed her red locks out of the way so he was able to see her face. Reba furrowed her brows together and titled her head so she could look into his eyes.
"But it's raining?"
"It's stopped, look." He nodded towards the window. "And we can stop at that little café and grab a bite to eat."
"I'm not hungry."
"C'mon, Reba, don't give me that. I can hear your stomach growling from here. Get up and get dressed." He patted her sides, urging her to follow his lead and stand from the bed.
"Alright, fine. But if we get caught in the rain, so help me god, Brock." She spoke through her gritted teeth and Brock couldn't help but chuckle at her tone. The rain had stopped, he was sure of it.
"Brock Enroll Hart! What did I say?" Reba tried desperately to pull her jacket above her head and shelter herself from the rain that had violently begun pouring down from the sky. They had just finished a nice, quaint lunch when they decided to walk to the park one last time. As soon as they had gotten there, the clouds turned a harsh gray and the rain began to fall once again. She should've known to listen to her gut instead of Brock. Listening to him never got her anywhere.
"It's not my fault, do I look like a weather man?"
"Didn't stop you from acting like one earlier!"
The two ran in the direction of their motel and at first, Reba was annoyed, but as she ran, her feet splashing in the puddles that had formed on the ground, happiness washed over her and she couldn't help but giggle at their current situation. Because really, it was funny if you thought about it.
She stopped trying to shelter herself from the wet and embraced the rain falling from the sky. Brock immediately turned when her laughter hit his ears and grinned from ear to ear when he saw the happiness that covered her face. She was soaking wet, her hair sticking to her cheeks, her mascara running down from either side of her eyes, and yet she managed to look as beautiful as ever. Happiness escaped her like the sun peaking around a dark cloud. God, his heart felt as if it were about to explode from his chest. How could he ever live without this woman?
Reba grabbed onto his hand and interlaced her fingers with his as they continued to run to their motel room. She wouldn't let the rain interfere with their last day together. Tomorrow would be a different story, but today, all she wanted to do was spend their last few moments trapped in the fantasy that had been their weekend together.
Brock fumbled with the keys as he tried hastily to unlock the door to their motel room, the two falling into the room in a fit of laughter once it was finally unlocked.
"I'm sorry, Reba, I really did think the rain had stopped for the day." Brock walked up to her and moved the red locks that were stuck to her cheeks aside.
"Turns out getting caught in the rain was exactly the thing I needed." Reba smiled and closed her eyes as his thumbs gently wiped away the mascara that had stained underneath her eyes.
Brock looked down between them, the light blue blouse she wore clung to her as the water dripped down her frame and seeped into the carpet. He moved his lips closer to hers and smiled when he noticed her chest begin to rise and fall heavily. Her eyes were closed, but she knew what he was up to. She always did.
Reba's breath caught in her throat when she felt his fingers slowly begin to unbutton her blouse. His lips had yet to touch hers, but she could feel his teasing breaths against her lips. She opened her eyes only to stare into his. He continued on with unbuttoning her blouse, never looking away from her eyes.
Reba could feel the temperature of the room rising, despite the coolness of the water that soaked the two of them.
Brock slid the blouse from her shoulders and smiled when a shiver crossed her skin. He moved forward and Reba closed her eyes, expecting him to kiss her, but instead his lips landed on the corner of her mouth. Then across her cheek, to her jaw, and continued down the flesh on her neck. Her eyes rolled back into her skull and a moan escaped her lips. They had hardly even started and she already wanted to rip his clothes from his body.
She moved her fingers to the hem of his shirt and peeled it from his chest. It landed on the floor with a thud and they both giggled when they felt the water ricochet from its fabric. Reba attacked his lips once again and the two removed the remaining clothing from their bodies as they backed up towards the bed.
Brock kissed every ounce of exposed skin, committing to memory the constellations of freckles that covered her body.
"Make love to me." Reba pleaded as Brock's frame covered her smaller one on the bed they had shared for the last three days.
All thoughts of leaving vanished from their minds as they became one. They weren't thinking of the future, they were only thinking about now. They held on to every little detail, every little sound, every little feeling, just like they had all weekend. They had spent so much time apart that all they wanted to do was remember because what if these were the only memories they would have left to last them a lifetime?
Their bodies let go together and I love you's filled the room.
It should feel wrong, it should feel bad. They had, after all, committed adultery, but the only thing that was causing either of them pain was the thought of not being together. And in the aftermath of what they had just done and the love they had just shared, that was the only thought that filled the air.
Just so everyone is prepared, I will be finishing up this story in the next few chapters!