A/N: I'm so sorry I haven't updated in such a long while. I've been away on vacation for the past few days and am getting ready to take another short trip this upcoming weekend. I'll have Ch.8 posted sometime tomorrow. Thanks for the reviews!

Chapter Seven

While Pilar surveyed her daughter's room, disbelief etched itself slowly across her face as her eyes ran across a fallen chair, ruffled sheets, and other items strewn messily on the floor. The sight of Theresa and Fox lying tangled with a mess of sheets and pillows on the floor immediately conjured thoughts of suspicion in both Pilar and her husband's minds as they stared wordlessly, mouths agape, at the scene displayed before them.

"Mama, before you say anything let me explain," Theresa said calmly as she slowly stood up and straightened her nightgown. Mirroring Theresa's actions, Fox stood up as well and gave Theresa's parents a mixture of a sheepish and apologetic look. "Yeah," He said rubbing his arm nervously. "There's a good explanation for all of this."

"Fox and I were just having a pillow fight." Theresa explained while eyeing both of her parents as they both stared at her expressionless.

"Ay, mija. Playing around? Theresa, do you know how late it is?" Pilar reprimanded softly. "Your father and I nearly had heart-attacks when we heard all the noise coming from your room." Clearing his throat loudly, Martin Lopez-Fitzgerald shuffled his feet and nodded his head in agreement. "What are you doing here anyway, Fox?" He asked- eyeing the young Crane with wariness. Though Martin was not familiar with Fox Crane, he hoped that the young man was nothing like his conniving grandfather Alistair Crane.

"Theresa saw me at the club tonight, and I was out of it. So, she took me home, and well, one thing led to another and we ended up having a pillow fight. We're sorry if we woke you," Fox replied quickly before Theresa's parents could say anymore. "In fact, it's probably best if I just leave now"

"You don't have to leave," Pilar said gently as she rubbed her tired eyes. "Just be a little more quiet, por favor?"

"Yes, mama," Theresa replied. "We're sorry. You two should go back to sleep. Good night"

"Good night, or rather good morning," Martin replied as he gave his daughter a quick kiss on the forehead before giving Fox a firm pat on the back.

"Night papa," Theresa replied softly- stiffening slightly as she felt her father kiss her forehead. Ever since her father had returned to Harmony with Katherine Crane, Theresa had a mixture of varying emotions-mostly anger and resentment- surge through her. Although she still could not fully forgive her father for abandoning their family, deep down, she was trying her best to give her father a chance to redeem himself. Though it seemed that the familial bonds between them were bordering on the threat of complete eradication, the desire that one day Martin and his family could resolve their problems kept the Lopez-Fitzgerald hopes alive.

"Good night, mija," Pilar said quietly before kissing her daughter on the forehead as well. "Good night Fox,"

"Night," Fox waved as Theresa parents left and gently shut the door behind them.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Theresa leaned against the door and grinned at Fox. "Did you see the looks on their faces when they came in?" Theresa said covering her mouth as she giggled.

Fox crossed his arms and shook his head. "You better behave now," He said pointing his finger warningly at Theresa. "You're going to get us into big trouble."

"Me?" Theresa said wide-eyed. "Excuse me, but it wasn't entirely my fault that we woke up my parents."

"Actually" Fox replied. "You're the one who started it."

Rolling her eyes, Theresa picked up her pillows and threw them onto the bed. "Looks at this mess," She said as she began to straighten up her room.

"So," Fox said as he took a seat on her bed and stared after Theresa. "How does it feel to have your dad back into your life?"

Pausing slightly Theresa brushed her hair out of her eyes. "It feels- different." She replied as she made her way back to the bed and sat down. "When I found out he came with your grandmother and that they had been involved I was so angry. All my emotions went ballistic." Theresa admitted. "He abandoned our family. He's never been around, so he's like complete stranger to me. I still feel tense around him."

"Yeah, I noticed you stiffen when he kissed you good night." Fox replied softly. "Though, I know exactly how you feel. My family's never shown me any affection so I'd feel weird too if they tried."

"We're a lot alike, Fox," Theresa replied smiling. "Maybe that's why we get along so well."

"We're soul-mates, remember?" Fox joked as he nudged Theresa with his arm.

"Right," Theresa said softly as she stood up slowly.

"So, Theresa," Fox said after a moment as he watched her resume a spot on the bed and climb under the covers. "You have absolutely no interest in me?"

Looking up briefly to flash Fox a smug look Theresa smiled, and shook her head. "Right. I have no interest in you."

Sticking his tongue in his cheek, Fox narrowed his eyes as if studying Theresa and nodded. "Okay," He said shrugging as he settled in beside her. "None whatsoever?"

"None, whatsoever. Why?" Theresa asked suspiciously as she turned sideways, propped up her elbow, and rested her head on her hand.

"No reason why" Fox continued slowly as he imitated Theresa's pose, "But if I lean in close" With his words trailing off his tongue and gently caressing Theresa's skin, Fox leaned in closely making Theresa's heart dive into her stomach. Swallowing her nervousness, Theresa's mind instantly became muffled while her eyes became hypnotized with the movement of Fox's lips. Tilting her head and closing her eyes, Theresa waited in eager anticipation.

"If I lean in" Fox repeated, "You're telling me that you don't feel anything right now," Fox whispered as he leaned inches away from Theresa's lips.

"Right," Theresa said weakly as she felt her lips tingle from brushing gently against Fox's as she responded.

"Then say it," Fox whispered nudging Theresa's nose with his own. "Tell me you're not attracted to me."

"I'm" was all Theresa managed to utter before she succumbed to temptation and pulled Fox close and kissed him softly upon his lips.