~Chapter 20~
A few days later Teresa walked into the bedroom her and Fox now shared and saw that he was packing a suitcase.
"Fox, what are you doing?"
"Packing." He kept piling clothes into a suitcase.
She smiled, "Yes, I can see that, but why?"
"Because we're going on a trip and I suggest that you start packing also." He pointed to another suitcase that lie on the bed. "There's yours. Now get started."
"Where are we going?"
"You'll see." He looked up at her and grinned.
"Fox, this is ridiculous, how am I going to know how to pack if you don't tell me where we're going?" She crossed her arms.
"Okay, I'll give you that much. It's going to be warm where we are. You'll want to dress lightly." He opened a drawer beside him. "Here, I bought you something to take." He threw the bag down on the bed in front of her.
She opened it and smiled, "You expect me to wear this?" She said holding up the the flimsy material of the nightie.
He walked over and gave her a mischevious grin, "Oh yeah!" He gently kissed her lips, "Not for long, if you get my drift."
She wrapped her arms around his neck, "You're so naughty, Fox."
He pulled her hips to his and she felt the excitement that was building up in him, "You seem to have no complaints."
She shook her head, "No."
"Our plane leaves in two hours. We got enough time?"
"If you help me pack."
"You won't need much clothes where we're going."
"Why is that?" She asked with her lips against his.
"Because," He moved his lips down against her neck, "I intend to keep you in the room...in bed...with me."
"Don't you think that could get boring?" She asked unbuttoning his shirt and then pushing it off.
He lifted her top off, "That nightie, Teresa, is not the only thing I have up my sleeve."
A few hours later, Fox and Teresa sat aboard the Crane jet.
"Fox, please tell me where we're going?" Teresa begged. Anticipation building up within her.
"Okay, promise me you want freak out."
"I promise."
"I'm taking you to Bermuda."
"Bermuda." She shrieked. "Fox, how could you?" She jumped from her seat beside him." It was hard to get away from him within the confines of the plane.
He jumped up and grabbed her arm, twirling her around to face him, "Please, Teresa, hear me out." He begged.
"Fox, you know everything that happened to me in Bermuda." Tears began to pour, "I can't go back there. There are too many memories."
"That's why I'm taking you there, Teresa. And that's why I couldn't tell you where we were going. You would have never agreed." He wiped away her tears. "Please don't cry. You know what that does to me."
"What? Why? Why would you want me to relive all the pain?"
"It's time to make happy memories, Teresa. Everywhere you have bad memories I want to replace with happy memories. Memories we can share together." He pulled her into a hug.
"Fox, I'm not sure about this." She whispered against his chest.
"Teresa, have I ever done anything to hurt you?"
"No."
"Then why would I start now? Trust me. Please. You'll leave Bermuda this time with happy memories and everything that happened before will be distant memories."
She looked up at him, "You promise?"
"Promise, Resa. Bermuda will no longer hold such bad memories for you. When I get finished with you this week, you'll only have good memories."
"You're so good to me, Fox."
"Yeah, well, I do it because you deserve it, Teresa. You are the first person who ever accepted me. You were my friend unconditionally when no one else in Harmony would give me the time of day. You gave me the benefit of the doubt and befriended me anyways."
"I did it, Fox, because I know what it feels like to always have people look down on you. It's not fun feeling like no one is ever on your side."
"We don't have to worry about that anymore, do we?"
"No, we don't. We'll always have each other."
"And that, Teresa, is all that matters."
A few days later Teresa walked into the bedroom her and Fox now shared and saw that he was packing a suitcase.
"Fox, what are you doing?"
"Packing." He kept piling clothes into a suitcase.
She smiled, "Yes, I can see that, but why?"
"Because we're going on a trip and I suggest that you start packing also." He pointed to another suitcase that lie on the bed. "There's yours. Now get started."
"Where are we going?"
"You'll see." He looked up at her and grinned.
"Fox, this is ridiculous, how am I going to know how to pack if you don't tell me where we're going?" She crossed her arms.
"Okay, I'll give you that much. It's going to be warm where we are. You'll want to dress lightly." He opened a drawer beside him. "Here, I bought you something to take." He threw the bag down on the bed in front of her.
She opened it and smiled, "You expect me to wear this?" She said holding up the the flimsy material of the nightie.
He walked over and gave her a mischevious grin, "Oh yeah!" He gently kissed her lips, "Not for long, if you get my drift."
She wrapped her arms around his neck, "You're so naughty, Fox."
He pulled her hips to his and she felt the excitement that was building up in him, "You seem to have no complaints."
She shook her head, "No."
"Our plane leaves in two hours. We got enough time?"
"If you help me pack."
"You won't need much clothes where we're going."
"Why is that?" She asked with her lips against his.
"Because," He moved his lips down against her neck, "I intend to keep you in the room...in bed...with me."
"Don't you think that could get boring?" She asked unbuttoning his shirt and then pushing it off.
He lifted her top off, "That nightie, Teresa, is not the only thing I have up my sleeve."
A few hours later, Fox and Teresa sat aboard the Crane jet.
"Fox, please tell me where we're going?" Teresa begged. Anticipation building up within her.
"Okay, promise me you want freak out."
"I promise."
"I'm taking you to Bermuda."
"Bermuda." She shrieked. "Fox, how could you?" She jumped from her seat beside him." It was hard to get away from him within the confines of the plane.
He jumped up and grabbed her arm, twirling her around to face him, "Please, Teresa, hear me out." He begged.
"Fox, you know everything that happened to me in Bermuda." Tears began to pour, "I can't go back there. There are too many memories."
"That's why I'm taking you there, Teresa. And that's why I couldn't tell you where we were going. You would have never agreed." He wiped away her tears. "Please don't cry. You know what that does to me."
"What? Why? Why would you want me to relive all the pain?"
"It's time to make happy memories, Teresa. Everywhere you have bad memories I want to replace with happy memories. Memories we can share together." He pulled her into a hug.
"Fox, I'm not sure about this." She whispered against his chest.
"Teresa, have I ever done anything to hurt you?"
"No."
"Then why would I start now? Trust me. Please. You'll leave Bermuda this time with happy memories and everything that happened before will be distant memories."
She looked up at him, "You promise?"
"Promise, Resa. Bermuda will no longer hold such bad memories for you. When I get finished with you this week, you'll only have good memories."
"You're so good to me, Fox."
"Yeah, well, I do it because you deserve it, Teresa. You are the first person who ever accepted me. You were my friend unconditionally when no one else in Harmony would give me the time of day. You gave me the benefit of the doubt and befriended me anyways."
"I did it, Fox, because I know what it feels like to always have people look down on you. It's not fun feeling like no one is ever on your side."
"We don't have to worry about that anymore, do we?"
"No, we don't. We'll always have each other."
"And that, Teresa, is all that matters."