The Life of Reba McEntire Blackstock

Part 1

Reba's P.O.V

"God, these red carpet events are so st..." My thoughts were quickly interrupted by paparazzi. "Congratulations on that. Is there anything you would like to tell your fans," one particular voice rang out above the others. I answered truthfully with my signature grin, "That I love 'em!" Narvel massaged my hand which was intertwined with his and he slowly started walking in the direction of the building. Once inside, I whipped him around so that we were standing face to face, with very little space between our lips. "Gosh, he's handsome" I thought to myself. His face with chiseled features, as if it had been carved from stone, his dark brown hair graying slightly at the part, probably due to me :), his gorgeous brown eyes focusing on mine, filled with love and passion, and his gray shirt unbuttoned at the top few buttons, showing just a smidge of his luscious chest hair.

Narvel's P.O.V

Reba squeezed my hand and yanked me around so that I was facing her. Our lips were just a few inches apart and they were just begging to be kissed. They were glossed in a light pink color and curled up at the corners as she smiled. Her vibrant blue eyes glinted in the small amount of lighting present and her bangs swooped perfectly over her milky white forehead. Her red locks fell softly around her face, framing it gorgeously. "How did I get so lucky to call this sexy redhead mine?" I thought to myself. Reba leans in, lessening the distance between her and I, and purrs, "Thank you for saving me out there, Baby. I love you!" Then, she presses her lips against mine and smiles. I can't help but smile also, taking every bit of might I have not to deepen the kiss. She pulls back still grinning with her beautiful smile and whispers "Let's go babe." I take her hand in mine and we slowly make our way into the outdoor arena.