A Blessing in Disguise Ch. 8
As Fox quietly entered the house, he saw Theresa lying on the couch fast asleep. He went to the bedroom and then returned to the living room as he carried a blanket. He covered Theresa with the blanket as he watched her sleep. She looked so peaceful and innocent when she sleeps. Moving towards her, Fox placed a gentle kiss on Theresa's forehead as he whispered, "Goodnight sweetie."
Theresa, feeling the kiss, woke up. She slowly opened her eyes and saw Fox watching her admirably. "Hey there. How are you feeling?" Theresa asked as she slowly got up.
"I'm fine. What about yourself? You had me worried," said Theresa with concern in her voice. She can smell the alcohol on Fox's breath, but didn't want to bring it up just in case it might push Fox away again.
"Sorry Resa. It's just that I never really got over what happened. I wanted to escape and talking about it would only bring up all the pain and hurt I repressed." Fox took a seat next to Theresa.
Theresa nodded. She didn't want to press for more information than he was willing to say. "I understand."
"I just wanted to let you know that you're the first person who I would go to if I ever had a problem. You're the most important person in my life and always will be." Fox has never been as honest with someone as he is now with his best friend. It was only then when Fox noticed that Theresa was wearing one of his big pajama shirts. It fit her perfectly, as if it belonged to her. It was somewhat soothing seeing her wear his shirt. It made it seem as if they belonged together. 'Belong together...I'm not..no... it couldn't be. But could it? Am I in love with this sweet, wonderful girl who has a heart of gold?' Memories of them flashed before him. The seductive dance they shared, all the times they flirted with one another, but most importantly, the heart-felt discussions they always shared.
Theresa gazed at Fox with adoring eyes. 'He looked as if he was lost in a deep thought. I bet he's thinking about that girl. That heartless girl took away Fox's heart. How can one treat Fox that way? He was a terrific guy who cared so much for his friends. Of course he has his flaws, but who doesn't? He was only human and her best friend.' Friend. That didn't seem to describe their relationship. He was more than a friend, even more than a best friend. He was her kindred spirit, her soul mate, her... 'Oh my gosh! He's my Romeo. How did I not realize this before? Whitney was right. I was too blind to notice what was in front of me. I was chasing after the wrong guy all along. Ethan wasn't my one true love. I've been chasing after him for so long that I continued to do so out of routine.' Theresa didn't know what to do. She now realized that she was in LOVE with Fox, but was he in love with her? She was too scared to find out. This was different from chasing her relationship or lack thereof with Ethan. She couldn't go chasing after Fox. At her sudden realization, she was beginning to feel self-conscious around Fox, which was a first. She never felt awkward around him.
Both their eyes met at the same time. They held their gaze for an entire minute before they both looked away at the ground. They weren't ready to express their feelings to the other person. Not yet at least. Not until they thought more about it.
"Resa, it's getting late. Let's hit the sack," Fox stated. Funny, this was the line he used with many women, but this time it was different. This wasn't a line. He didn't only want to share the same bed with Resa; he wanted to share his entire heart, his entire life with her. But this wasn't the night. One day, soon he hoped, it would be.
Theresa looked at the clock. It was later than she realized. Feeling extremely tired all of the sudden, she yawned. "You're right. I'm so tired." Theresa did hear the way Fox phrased his sentence. He said let's hit the sack, but Theresa knew he didn't use it as a pick up line on her. Of course they flirted numerous times, but it was for fun. Now a small part of her wished it was real.
Fox stood up. "Since I'm a gentlemen, I'll help you out." Fox stooped down, and picked up Theresa. He began carrying her to the bedroom.
As Fox quietly entered the house, he saw Theresa lying on the couch fast asleep. He went to the bedroom and then returned to the living room as he carried a blanket. He covered Theresa with the blanket as he watched her sleep. She looked so peaceful and innocent when she sleeps. Moving towards her, Fox placed a gentle kiss on Theresa's forehead as he whispered, "Goodnight sweetie."
Theresa, feeling the kiss, woke up. She slowly opened her eyes and saw Fox watching her admirably. "Hey there. How are you feeling?" Theresa asked as she slowly got up.
"I'm fine. What about yourself? You had me worried," said Theresa with concern in her voice. She can smell the alcohol on Fox's breath, but didn't want to bring it up just in case it might push Fox away again.
"Sorry Resa. It's just that I never really got over what happened. I wanted to escape and talking about it would only bring up all the pain and hurt I repressed." Fox took a seat next to Theresa.
Theresa nodded. She didn't want to press for more information than he was willing to say. "I understand."
"I just wanted to let you know that you're the first person who I would go to if I ever had a problem. You're the most important person in my life and always will be." Fox has never been as honest with someone as he is now with his best friend. It was only then when Fox noticed that Theresa was wearing one of his big pajama shirts. It fit her perfectly, as if it belonged to her. It was somewhat soothing seeing her wear his shirt. It made it seem as if they belonged together. 'Belong together...I'm not..no... it couldn't be. But could it? Am I in love with this sweet, wonderful girl who has a heart of gold?' Memories of them flashed before him. The seductive dance they shared, all the times they flirted with one another, but most importantly, the heart-felt discussions they always shared.
Theresa gazed at Fox with adoring eyes. 'He looked as if he was lost in a deep thought. I bet he's thinking about that girl. That heartless girl took away Fox's heart. How can one treat Fox that way? He was a terrific guy who cared so much for his friends. Of course he has his flaws, but who doesn't? He was only human and her best friend.' Friend. That didn't seem to describe their relationship. He was more than a friend, even more than a best friend. He was her kindred spirit, her soul mate, her... 'Oh my gosh! He's my Romeo. How did I not realize this before? Whitney was right. I was too blind to notice what was in front of me. I was chasing after the wrong guy all along. Ethan wasn't my one true love. I've been chasing after him for so long that I continued to do so out of routine.' Theresa didn't know what to do. She now realized that she was in LOVE with Fox, but was he in love with her? She was too scared to find out. This was different from chasing her relationship or lack thereof with Ethan. She couldn't go chasing after Fox. At her sudden realization, she was beginning to feel self-conscious around Fox, which was a first. She never felt awkward around him.
Both their eyes met at the same time. They held their gaze for an entire minute before they both looked away at the ground. They weren't ready to express their feelings to the other person. Not yet at least. Not until they thought more about it.
"Resa, it's getting late. Let's hit the sack," Fox stated. Funny, this was the line he used with many women, but this time it was different. This wasn't a line. He didn't only want to share the same bed with Resa; he wanted to share his entire heart, his entire life with her. But this wasn't the night. One day, soon he hoped, it would be.
Theresa looked at the clock. It was later than she realized. Feeling extremely tired all of the sudden, she yawned. "You're right. I'm so tired." Theresa did hear the way Fox phrased his sentence. He said let's hit the sack, but Theresa knew he didn't use it as a pick up line on her. Of course they flirted numerous times, but it was for fun. Now a small part of her wished it was real.
Fox stood up. "Since I'm a gentlemen, I'll help you out." Fox stooped down, and picked up Theresa. He began carrying her to the bedroom.
