Part 4

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Reba's P.O.V.

My eyes flutter open to find myself asleep in my bed without a certain man beside me. I do have a large wad of cold paper towels on my right ankle, though. I giggled at Narvel's homemade icepack and thought about how creative my partner was. I looked up at the clock to see it read 11:37pm. That means Narvel is probably still awake drinking his beer downstairs. My heart is again playing tug of war. I want Narvel to be beside me in our bed, stroking my hair and rubbing small circles on my shoulder, but the opposing side wants Narvel to sleep on the couch downstairs and feel regretful for embarrassing me the way he did. I hear footsteps coming up the stairs and pretend to be asleep. He opens up our bedroom door and walks to his closet. The light flickers on and I hear the rustling of clothes. He comes out in his usual evening attire, boxers and a flimsy t-shirt. He walks up beside me and plants a soft kiss on my temple. He then whispers, "Goodnight Red. I love you." I expect him to crawl up in bed beside me, but instead he walks out into the hallway and opens the guest bedroom door. I hear the guest bed squeak as he climbed in and attempted to get situated. He had a very hard time getting comfortable, much like I was. My thoughts wandered awry until I dozed off to sleep.

Narvel's P.O.V.

I downed my last sip of beer and figured it was time to get in bed myself. I treaded up the stairs and slowly creaked open my bedroom door. I peeked in to see my beautiful redhead asleep on the bed. I sneaked past the bed and into the closet to change into my sleepwear. I came out of the closet and stumbled in the dark over to Reba. I brushed the bangs off of the side of her head and kissed her smooth temple. I then whispered, "Goodnight Red. I love you." I continued on my trek to the guest bedroom and finally ran into the bedpost. I crawled in as quietly as I could, still managing to cause creaks and moans from the bed. I struggled to fall asleep with the absence of Reba and the soft snores emitted from her as she slept peacefully. Eventually, I managed to nod off to sleep.

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