Elliot and Olivia have finally discovered the love they both deserve, but is there already trouble in paradise? Will Elliot be able to move past his jealousy? Will Olivia be able to leave her demons behind? In a world where love prevails, hopefully, the passion they share will give them the strength they both need to move foreward.

'Elliot, that was…' I panted, still trying to catch my breath. I didn't need to finish my sentence, there was no hiding how amazing that experience had been for me.

'That was unbelievably sexy,' he said, smiling and leaning in to plant a quick kiss on my lips. I could taste myself on his lips. He pulled a sheet over us, providing some protection from the reality of what had just happened. I was still getting used to the idea of us, flesh on flesh. It was comforting to feel the warmth radiate from his body to mine. He draped his arm over me and pulled me in for a hug. As he held me close, I felt a certain part of him pressing into me.

Although I had orgasmed just minutes earlier, feeling how hard he still was made me aroused all over again. I couldn't stop a small moan for escaping my lips. Elliot must've taken that sound as a request for more as before I had even finished my groan, his hand had made its way between my legs. That's when the tortuously slow rubbing began. His touch made my body spasmed involuntarily, I was still a little sensitive from earlier.

'Does anyone else make you feel this good?' He asked, in between the flurry of long kisses that he placed on my neck. While I heard his words, my mind was too distracted to reply. 'Did he make you feel this good?' He questioned, pushing me for an answer. I had a feeling he hadn't moved on from Tucker, and this line of questioning proved it.

'Elliot, don't,' I pleaded.

'What?' He replied innocently, pretending that he didn't know what he was doing.

'Don't spoil this,' I begged.

'Just answer the question...' His voice became whiny, childlike even. He was frustrated not to be getting his way.

'No!' I exclaimed, rolling away from him. Jealousy could be the most unattractive trait in a person.

'Liv, don't be like that,' he said as he tried to drag me back towards him.

'I thought this meant as much to you as it did to me. I didn't realise I was just some trophy for this contest between you and Tucker.' It was amazing how quickly the atmosphere of the room changed.

After my refusal to move closer to him, he closed the distance and came to me just in time to see the first tear roll from my eye. I loved him so much and the idea that a decision from my past had the power to ruin my future scared me immeasurably. I guess that seeing me like that left Elliot feeling guilty. 'I'm sorry,' he whispered repeatedly as he kissed the back of my neck. I still wanted him but the mood of the room was different now, I was angry and he was remorseful. It was a change in dynamic.

He continued, 'You're not a competition to me. Or a game. Or a trophy. I swear, you are so much more, but I just can't stop thinking about you and him. I promise I'm trying… But you know I've never been good at sharing.' I knew he was still hurting from last week's revelation but if he couldn't move on from it, I really saw no future for us.

'It's in the past, Elliot. I can't change what happened, and I won't be made to feel bad about it forever.' I feel bad about enough things, I thought to myself. Elliot had always been a safe haven for me. He brought out the best in me, but from what I could see, our new relationship was bringing out the worst in him. It scared me. 'I have always loved you, and when I'm around you, I love myself too. Somehow, when I'm with you all of my unresolved mother issues, and all the stress and trauma from work, and all of the other bullshit in my life isn't quite so bad anymore... But you're not always around.' He was silent. I searched his face for answers, even the tiniest hint of what he was thinking, but he was giving me nothing. 'I know that Ed was a bad decision, but I can't change it now. Just know that he was nothing more than a one night stand - a one night stand that lasted a couple months.' I could feel myself rambling.

I sat up and began to look for my clothes on the bed. I was done explaining myself. I wanted to stay but my efforts to calm him seemed to be futile and I wasn't prepared to grovel.

'What are you doing?' he asked, finally breaking his silence.

'I'm going home, Elliot. You seem like you need some space and I've said all I have to say. My cards are all on the table. You're either willing to forgive me, or you're not - but, I won't beg and I'm not going to make up your mind for you.' As I stood and began to dress I felt a familiar grip take hold of my arm.

'Wait,' he said.

'I did, Elliot - fourteen years,' I replied, attempting to pull my arm away. Maybe saying that out loud was the reality check we both needed. My admission made me realise how unreasonable he was being. It sparked a flame in my belly. It prompted an impassioned speech of self-defense. 'You think I don't know that it was wrong - Tucker and all the other nameless men? You think it felt good for me - that I didn't feel empty or cheap? You think I don't feel like enough of a whore, without your judgement?' Sometimes I was more honest with him than I was with myself. The emotions had become overwhelming. I wanted to leave - to run away from my feelings, away from this situation, away from him - but he refused to loosen his grip on my arm.

I tried to pull away but there was no fight left in me. My emotions were fast catching up with me and there was nowhere to hide. I didn't have the strength to leave and so my body crumbled where it was. I perched at the edge of his bed, as far away from him as I could and that's when the sobbing began. 'I already think the worst things about myself without you thinking them too.' Although he had helped me through my darkest days, this was a new level of vulnerability that he wasn't familiar with. I don't even know if I was familiar with it.

Just as my faith in our relationship was fading a comforting whisper came from behind me. 'Don't cry,' he pleaded. 'And, please don't go.' Then finally the word I needed to hear the most…

'Stay.'