That Saturday, Abbie and Olivia left West Los Angeles for a wedding in the suburbs. Abbie was used to getting dressed up for guys, but Olivia was a nervous wreck. Even though they had already decided what to do with her hair and make-up, she still wanted time to make sure she'd look perfect for Elliot. The rest of the time was spent pacing back and forth until Abbie made her sit down.

During the drive over there, Elliot was all she could talk about. She talked about kissing him, conversations they had together, and how she couldn't wait to slow dance with him. Abbie tried listening, but after a while she tuned her out and said she had to focus on the road instead.

Olivia tried to pay attention to the ceremony, but all she could think about was how handsome Elliot looked in his tux. He may have been escorting another girl down the aisle, but he smiled at Olivia when he walked by her and she made sure to wink at him.

"We're like a couple of painted harlots," Abbie told Olivia when they arrived at the reception and saw that all of the other girls were in pastels while Olivia was in red and Abbie was in black.

Olivia was about to respond when Elliot came up from behind and wrapped his arms around her waist. "You look beautiful," he said as he kissed her cheek.

"I want you to meet my friend Abbie," Olivia said.

"Pleased to meet you," Elliot told her. "Olivia has told me so much about you."

"Likewise," Abbie said and started smiling. "So, which one of these guys is mine?"

"The blonde over there by the bar," Elliot told her. "His name is Cameron. I'll introduce you two right now."

"Allow me," Abbie said and winked at Olivia. "I'll see you two later."

"That girl has so much confidence," Olivia said. "And she looks like a model. Sometimes I wish I could be like her."

"I don't," Elliot admitted. "She's pretty, but she has nothing on you. You don't know how beautiful you are, do you?"

"How beautiful am I?" Olivia asked to humor him.

"When we were at Santa Monica the other day, I noticed every guy turning his head when you walked by," Elliot told her. "Even my buddies here kept telling me how lucky I am after I pointed you out. I don't care how pretty any other girl is, my eyes are always going to be on you and only you."

Olivia didn't care who was watching or if it was inappropriate. She kissed Elliot right then and there.

"Who took your confidence away?" Elliot asked after they had stopped kissing.

"It doesn't matter," Olivia said to him. A lot had happened in her life and the last thing she wanted was for Elliot to think she had too much baggage. All she wanted was to forget about her past and have a good time.

"That dress looks good on you," he told her.

"Thanks. You look good in your tux," Olivia said even though she was more curious about what he looked like out of his tux.

"You two love birds having fun?" Abbie asked as she walked to them hand-in-hand with Cameron.

"We were," Elliot teased, but Abbie was already too buzzed to notice his teasing.

"Cameron is from San Antonio," Abbie informed Olivia. "I love Texas boys. Isn't he cute, Liv?"

"Very," Olivia responded.

"Abbie is amazing," Cameron told Olivia. "Thanks for bringing her. I can't believe she's from Dallas. What are the odds I'd find another Texan in this state?"

"It was fate," Abbie said and kissed Cameron. Neither Elliot nor Olivia were shocked that they were already physical with each other.

"We came here with a purpose," Cameron told them. "It's not fair that Abbie and I are the only ones drinking. Let's get a table and the two of you can drink with us."

Elliot and Olivia reluctantly agreed. As they were following Abbie and Cameron, they started discussing their limits for drinking because neither of them wanted to make a fool of themselves in front of all those people. Olivia kept reminding herself that this was a wedding and not a frat party.

"So, tell me what goes on in your sorority house?" Cameron asked Abbie and Olivia. "I want to know about the pillow fights in lingerie, the girl-on-girl action, the—"

"None of that happens in the Kappa Gamma Phi house," Olivia assured him.

"You've never kissed a girl?" Cameron asked Olivia.

"No," Olivia said. "I've never wanted to and, even if I did want to, I know I'm not gay and playing around with other girls would be disrespectful to girls who are actually gay. My best friend is a lesbian and I see everything she's gone through. There's no way I'd make light of her situation by fooling around with another girl."

"I was just asking," Cameron said after Elliot started glaring at him.

"I've kissed a girl," Abbie told Cameron as she started kissing his neck.

"Let's change the topic of conversation," Elliot suggested, but Abbie and Cameron weren't even listening to him.

"Want to get a room?" Cameron asked.

"Yes!" Abbie said a little too excitedly.

"We'll be back in a couple of hours," Cameron told Elliot.

"What did we do?" Olivia asked once Abbie and Cameron had left. "I feel like we've created a monster."

"We did," Elliot agreed. "But it's better that they do whatever they want to do in a hotel room instead of in front of us. That's the upside to this reception being in a hotel banquet room."

Olivia kept thinking about how perfect Elliot was for her. He didn't disrespect her, he didn't pressure her, he didn't flirt with other girls, and most importantly, he made her feel special.

"May I have this dance?" Elliot asked, breaking Olivia's train of thought. She hadn't even realized a slow song was playing. Instead of responding, she placed her hand in his and let him lead her to the dance floor. As the song was playing, Olivia tried as hard as she could to take in the moment. She wanted to commit everything to memory: the way Elliot held her close, the smell of his cologne, the sweet words he was whispering in her ear. When the song was over, Elliot kissed Olivia and she felt herself become weak in the knees.

"I don't think Abbie and Cameron are coming back," Olivia said after they had been dancing for a couple of hours.

"I can just imagine what they're doing," Elliot said.

"El!" Olivia told him and started laughing.

"I'm not imagining it," Elliot insisted. "It's too late to redeem myself, isn't it?"

"Oh, yeah," Olivia teased. "But, it's getting late. Maybe we should get a room, too."

Elliot was speechless. He knew Olivia was a very guarded girl and he didn't want to assume anything.

"I'm not trying to rush anything," Olivia insisted. "I just want to feel your arms around me tonight."

Elliot kissed her again and the two of them went to the lobby. Their room was a single and Olivia started to wonder if this was a good idea after all. Elliot started to remove his jacket and his tie and then un-tuck his shirt.

"You're going to sleep in your pants and button-up shirt?" Olivia asked nervously.

"I just don't want to rush anything and make you uncomfortable," he responded.

"You sleeping in your clothes is what will make me uncomfortable," Olivia teased. "El, it's okay. I know you can control yourself."

"Don't be so sure," Elliot said, which made Olivia finally start to smile. "I have a t-shirt under this. You can wear it to sleep in."

"It's okay," Olivia told him. "But thank you."

Olivia made Elliot look away as she took her dress off and carefully draped it over a chair. Earlier today, she debated whether or not she should wear a bra, but now she was grateful that she had decided to wear one. Olivia looked at Elliot lying on top of the comforter in nothing but his boxers and she had to fight every urge in her body that was telling her to take things to the next level with him.

She laid down next to him and he playfully pulled her in as close as he could. The skin-to-skin contact was so comforting that Olivia lost herself in the moment and started kissing him. When Elliot stuck his tongue in her mouth, Olivia lost all control. She thought about how the two of them were in the perfect setting and, as she was on top of him, she felt how bad he wanted her.

"Liv?"

"Yeah," Olivia responded, her voice full of need.

"Maybe we should stop," Elliot suggested. "I think we're both almost at the point of no return and I don't want you to think that's why I invited you tonight."

"I know that's not why you invited me," Olivia told him. "You're not like other guys."

"And you're definitely not like other girls," he said as he got out of bed.

"Where are you going?" Olivia asked, hoping she didn't sound too clingy.

"Stop pretending you don't know," Elliot teased. "No guy in the world could make-out in a bed with you and not need a cold shower afterward."

Olivia just smiled and got under the covers. In all honesty, she needed a cold shower too, but there was no way she was going to admit that. Instead, she flipped on the TV to calm herself down and take her mind off of what she could have done with Elliot. After he got out of the shower, he offered to sleep on the sofa, but she wouldn't hear of it. It didn't matter that they didn't go any farther than making out; as long as she was able to fall asleep in his arms, Olivia was completely satisfied.