Because you guys are so amazing... I worked quickly to type this chapter! I hope there are minor spelling mistakes!

"So," Elliot said pulling away and following Olivia to the same edge of the pool, "You had a dog?"

Olivia smirked and nodded, "Yeah."

"What kind of dog?"

Olivia laughed, she was about to sound ridiculous. "Yorkie Poo."

"You had a Yorkie Poo?!"

"Yes!" Olivia laughed.

"What was her name?"

"Sprinkles," Olivia mumbled as the smile slowly faded.

"What happened to Sprinkles?"

"I came home one day to a little gift left in bed," Olivia sighed, "So I had to get rid of her. I gave her to a little girl who really wanted a dog."

"That was nice of you," Elliot said, "That you gave her the dog."

"I miss her," Olivia admitted, "She kept me company. When I would finally go to bed for the night she would always hop up on the bed behind me and curl up behind my knees. I didn't feel so lonely."

"Liv," Elliot whispered into Olivia's ear, "You don't ever have to be lonely again. I am never going to leave you. Okay?"

"Okay," Olivia said and it was pretty obvious that she was crying.

Elliot looked over to her and pulled her in for another hug. "It's okay," he kept telling her, "Let it out. It's okay."

They had stayed in the hot tub for a little while longer but when their skin started to shrivel up and begin to look like prunes they got out. Now they were both cuddled up on the couch watching a TV movie. Elliot had his arm around Olivia's waist and she rested her head against his shoulder while his feet were rested on the coffee table and hers were curled up to the side of her. She didn't want to move because laying there with him made her feel something she hadn't felt before. She felt... safe. She felt... normal. For the time being she forgot all about how awful the world could be and all of the images that were stuck in her head faded away to black.

"Can I ask you something?" Olivia asked when the movie went to commercial.

"Anything."

"Do you remember the night... on your porch... we were drinking coffee and then we went out to eat?"

"Yeah," Elliot said, "What about it?"

"When we were sitting there at the cafe," she began, "I realized that I loved you..."

Elliot swallowed hardly, "I... I loved you too."

"I didn't want to believe myself," Olivia said, "I didn't want to fall in love with a married man but, I couldn't help myself... I felt guilty."

"Liv, you don't have anything to feel guilty for. We never did anything."

Olivia sighed, "I know..."

"You and I haven't really been out on an official date," Elliot said smiling, just before the movie came back onto the television. "What do you say we have one? Tonight?"

"Okay..." Olivia said wearily, "Where are we going to go?"

"Let me handle that," he said, "You don't worry about a thing." He got up off the couch after that and went into his bedroom to shut the door. So far they were sleeping in separate bedrooms but Elliot hoped to soon change that. He began searching around for something he knew he had shoved in the closet somewhere. He was throwing clothes off their hangers and throwing blankets out of his room trying to find what he was looking for.

Olivia remained in the living room on the couch as curious as ever to what Elliot could be doing. She trusted them though so, she just went back to watching the movie. Her mind kept filling with thoughts about going on a date... she was nervous. She had gone on a date in a long time. She never wanted to because she was always waiting for Elliot to come around. Was it crazy that she was nervous? Or was it a natural feeling? She thought about what Elliot could possibly have in mind for them. A romantic dinner? With roses and candle light and ridiculously priced dishes that were no bigger than the palm of your hand. She smiled without realizing it and it wasn't until Elliot was staring at her from the hallway that she snapped out of it.

"Oh no," he said seriously, "You were thinking again weren't you?"

Olivia laughed and chucked a couch pillow at him, "Ha! Very funny!"

"Seriously," he said picking the pillow up and making his way to the kitchen to grab a drink, "What were you thinking about?"

She shrugged, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Elliot just looked at her and took a sip of his fresh coke, "Sure."

"So how long do I have to get ready for this date?"

"Uh," he looked down at his watch and saw that it was three in the afternoon and it had to be a little before sunset for them to go out.

"About two hours."

"Two hours?! I better get ready then." She hopped up off the couch again and made her way into her room this time. She got out all of the make-up she brought her that was stored away in a drawer and set it on top of the dresser which had a mirror. Then she moved to her Duffel bag that was still unpacked and just thrown into the bottom of the closet. She unzipped the gray fabric and rummaged around until she found her curling iron. This was the perfect occasion to curl her hair for. She set the curling iron along with the make up and then moved to look for an outfit. She felt like a teenager all over again.