-General POV-
The door to the therapist office slammed shut. It was a good thing Dr. Baker wasn't in the room because as soon as the door shut Brock's lips were on Reba's. Reba was pressed against the door in a matter of seconds. Brock's hands were on her hips. Reba's hands were on the back of his neck pulling him closer. She was savoring every moment.
"Brock if this goes any farther it will turn into an affair." Reba said breathlessly.
"It would.You're right. Let's not do that."
"Well Brock, I need to know one thing."
"Yes?" Brock inquired.
"Do you really still love me?"
There was silence for about 5 minutes until Reba broke it.
"Oh my gosh! Brock! We just kissed like that and you don't even love me. I can't believe you!" Reba cried. Then she ran out leaving Brock confused.
Reba sped home. Though, when she got there she saw Cheyenne and Van's case in her driveway, so she took off to the park.
