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Love Happens
Chapter 4
He couldn't believe it. Elliot was finally kissing her. As ridiculous as he thought it was, he felt the need to pinch himself solely to make sure it was real. Elliot opted against it just in case it was in fact a dream. He wouldn't dare ruin it.
They both needed air. Regardless, the pair continued to kiss as if it was their last day on Earth. This kiss was something different. It was entangled with a countless number of emotions. Initially, it was gentle like two adolescents experimenting. Then, it was fiery and passionate and hungry and fearless. The one kiss broke down all the walls Olivia and Elliot had been putting up for years. It was amazing how something so wrong could feel so right.
"Olivia." He breathed into her hair.
"I love you."
They were both on the verge of speaking those exact words. But like many other things, Elliot had beaten her to the punch.
"That's why I came. I needed to tell you and I needed you to hear me."
"I definitely heard you."
They both laughed. But unlike many other things, it was genuine.
"I love you, too."
Her forehead was now grazing his own. The contact was almost unbearable. Elliot felt sparks just looking at her.
"Wow."
That seemed to be the only word he could form at that particular moment.
"Wow." She repeated.
They stayed like that for a numerous amount of minutes. Elliot and Olivia had always seemed to have their own language only translatable between the two of them. It was merely composed of various facial expressions and subtle eye movement. Although helpful in the workplace, it was a recipe for snafu within their personal lives.
"Elliot?"
"Yeah?"
"Since day one." Amazingly, he knew exactly what she was talking about.
"I didn't ask, Liv."
"You didn't have to. I could see it in your eyes." This was completely true.
"You always could read me like a book." He had an established gleam in his eyes.
They both smiled. It was moments like this that made The Notebook look like American Pie. It was almost funny how two best friends could easily slip into the role of lovers.
"So… does this mean that we're-"
"Together?" He finished for her. "Only if you want to be. I know it's what I want but-"
Olivia found it tremendously adorable how he could ramble about anything when he was nervous without even realizing he was doing it. She briefly considered letting him continue to utter his endless amount of jargon, but then decided against it.
"Elliot," she started, now her turn to interrupt, "If I didn't want this, I wouldn't have unlocked the door."
The two of them shared another laugh. He was once again dumbstruck by her smile. All of Olivia's teeth were perfect, so straight and white.
Elliot looked deep into her eyes as if seeking approval before removing a hand from Olivia's to run it through her silky, auburn locks. Her hair felt incredibly soft and smelled like vanilla and lilacs. Elliot had forever had a fascination with her hair. At work, whenever Olivia would lean into him to look at something on his computer screen, he would smell her hair to see what that month's scent was. He knew that she loved change since the beginning of it all and Elliot admired her for this.
She placed her now free hand on his cheek, Olivia's fingers tracing the lines she found.
"This feels incredibly… right."
"It does, doesn't it?"
They both shared yet another laugh together. One of many to come, he thought.