CH 6- A Nightly Visit
Theresa changed into her nightgown and climbed into bed. She was just about to snuggle in underneath her covers when she heard a noise coming from her window.
She swung her feet around her bed and slowly made her way over.
Her curtains were closed but she could still see the shadow of someone there.
She could feel her heart pounding hard in her chest, as she grabbed a nearby bat from her closet.
She held it up and slowly opened the curtains.
"Oh my god!" She exclaimed as she saw who it was.
She dropped the bat and opened the window.
"Fox, what are you doing here?" She breathed a sigh of relief. "You scared me to death!"
"I'm so sorry Theresa, I didn't mean to startle you but I didn't want to wake up everyone else by ringing the doorbell."
He climbed through the window and stood in front of her.
His shirt was half-buttoned, so it exposed his strong and muscular chest.
Theresa had to look away to stop herself from blushing. She could smell his cologne in the cool night breeze. It almost made her dizzy.
"So, what are you doing here?" she asked him, staring into his caramel colored eyes.
"Well, I was worried about you. I just wanted to make sure that you still weren't upset about Ethan." He lightly brushed a strand of hair away from her face and gently tucked it behind her ear.
"Oh, Fox." She smiled up at him. "I actually feel a lot better thanks to you. You really helped a lot."
He bashfully grinned and stared down at the ground.
"Is that all you wanted?" She asked, trying to look into his eyes.
His gaze finally met hers as he took a step closer to her.
"Well, that and I really wanted to see you."
He lightly traced the outline of her nightgown strap with his fingers.
The contact sent chills all through Theresa's body; she had to hold on to her bedpost to keep still.
"My god, you are so beautiful." He said in a low voice, slipping the strap off her shoulder.
"Fox, I don't think this is such a good—" she began, but he placed a finger to her lips.
"Shhhhhh," he whispered.
Theresa closed her eyes as she felt Fox's warm lips on hers.
Her head began to spin as he explored her mouth with his tongue, deepening the kiss even more.
She let out a small whimper as his hands slipped underneath her nightgown and rubbed her thigh.
"Oh Fox," she managed to say in between his sweet kisses.
She felt a twinge of guilt inside of her as she thought of how she would be hurting Ethan, but she couldn't help it. Being with Fox just felt so right.
She pulled him down onto her bed as he placed kiss after kiss down her neck. His body fit perfectly against hers as she felt him between her thighs.
"Make love to me Fox," she whispered in his ear. "Make love to me right now!"
~*~*~*
Theresa sat up in bed as beads of sweat poured down her back and neck.
She looked around her room. A stream of sunlight shone through her curtains and she could hear the birds singing outside.
"Oh my god, it was just a dream!" she whispered, letting herself fall back down on her bed.
She rubbed her forehead as she tried to control her breathing.
"Why was I dreaming about making love to Fox?" she whispered to herself. "I love Ethan. Don't I?"
She glanced at her reflection in the mirror.
"Oh boy, Theresa." She sighed. "This is not good."
She got out of bed and tied her hair back in a loose ponytail pulling on a pair of jeans.
"Maybe some breakfast will clear my thoughts," she said to herself.
She opened her door and went down the stairs. She could already smell the eggs cooking in the hot frying pan.
"Mmmmm," she smiled. "Mama, that smells so g—" she began pushing open the door to the kitchen.
She almost gasped when she saw who was sitting at the breakfast table with her mother.
"Fox!" she exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"
Theresa changed into her nightgown and climbed into bed. She was just about to snuggle in underneath her covers when she heard a noise coming from her window.
She swung her feet around her bed and slowly made her way over.
Her curtains were closed but she could still see the shadow of someone there.
She could feel her heart pounding hard in her chest, as she grabbed a nearby bat from her closet.
She held it up and slowly opened the curtains.
"Oh my god!" She exclaimed as she saw who it was.
She dropped the bat and opened the window.
"Fox, what are you doing here?" She breathed a sigh of relief. "You scared me to death!"
"I'm so sorry Theresa, I didn't mean to startle you but I didn't want to wake up everyone else by ringing the doorbell."
He climbed through the window and stood in front of her.
His shirt was half-buttoned, so it exposed his strong and muscular chest.
Theresa had to look away to stop herself from blushing. She could smell his cologne in the cool night breeze. It almost made her dizzy.
"So, what are you doing here?" she asked him, staring into his caramel colored eyes.
"Well, I was worried about you. I just wanted to make sure that you still weren't upset about Ethan." He lightly brushed a strand of hair away from her face and gently tucked it behind her ear.
"Oh, Fox." She smiled up at him. "I actually feel a lot better thanks to you. You really helped a lot."
He bashfully grinned and stared down at the ground.
"Is that all you wanted?" She asked, trying to look into his eyes.
His gaze finally met hers as he took a step closer to her.
"Well, that and I really wanted to see you."
He lightly traced the outline of her nightgown strap with his fingers.
The contact sent chills all through Theresa's body; she had to hold on to her bedpost to keep still.
"My god, you are so beautiful." He said in a low voice, slipping the strap off her shoulder.
"Fox, I don't think this is such a good—" she began, but he placed a finger to her lips.
"Shhhhhh," he whispered.
Theresa closed her eyes as she felt Fox's warm lips on hers.
Her head began to spin as he explored her mouth with his tongue, deepening the kiss even more.
She let out a small whimper as his hands slipped underneath her nightgown and rubbed her thigh.
"Oh Fox," she managed to say in between his sweet kisses.
She felt a twinge of guilt inside of her as she thought of how she would be hurting Ethan, but she couldn't help it. Being with Fox just felt so right.
She pulled him down onto her bed as he placed kiss after kiss down her neck. His body fit perfectly against hers as she felt him between her thighs.
"Make love to me Fox," she whispered in his ear. "Make love to me right now!"
~*~*~*
Theresa sat up in bed as beads of sweat poured down her back and neck.
She looked around her room. A stream of sunlight shone through her curtains and she could hear the birds singing outside.
"Oh my god, it was just a dream!" she whispered, letting herself fall back down on her bed.
She rubbed her forehead as she tried to control her breathing.
"Why was I dreaming about making love to Fox?" she whispered to herself. "I love Ethan. Don't I?"
She glanced at her reflection in the mirror.
"Oh boy, Theresa." She sighed. "This is not good."
She got out of bed and tied her hair back in a loose ponytail pulling on a pair of jeans.
"Maybe some breakfast will clear my thoughts," she said to herself.
She opened her door and went down the stairs. She could already smell the eggs cooking in the hot frying pan.
"Mmmmm," she smiled. "Mama, that smells so g—" she began pushing open the door to the kitchen.
She almost gasped when she saw who was sitting at the breakfast table with her mother.
"Fox!" she exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"