She mumbled something incoherently, snuggling into his chest. He thought she was asleep until she started talking. What she said made him nearly homicidal and if it weren't for her lying comfortably in his arms he might've actually hurt someone. That night he didn't sleep at all, replaying her words over and over in his head. He decided that he'd have to find a way to talk to her about talking in her sleep and what she revealed to him when she did.

Olivia woke up very early the next morning, because she needed to get back to her place. Fitz's arms were very comfortable, though, and she didn't want to move. A part of her was mad that she didn't fight him on going to dinner knowing she had classes the next day, but she had a good time last night. She lay there replaying the evening over in her mind. She had the feeling that she said something last night that she shouldn't have. She prayed she didn't, but she knew that whenever she had anything to drink she had the tendency to talk in her sleep. She shook the thought off, though, figuring if she did, Fitz definitely would have woken her up, especially if she mentioned certain things.

Olivia jumped when she heard Fitz say, "You're thinking too loud."

Fitz opened his eyes, looking in her direction, but it was too dark for him to actually see her.

"When did you wake up?" she asked.

"Just now."

"Oh." She closed her eyes, enjoying her last few moments with him. "I should go."

Fitz didn't say anything. He was wondering just how he would talk to her about what she said. He knew he would obsess over it until he said something to her. What if she tries to avoid me again? He wondered. He knew he wouldn't let her if she tried. She was his. But the thought of her running from him again was enough to make him remain silent.

"Fitz?"

"Hmm," he responded.

"Take me home, please," she said, moving off of him.

He watched her pick up her dress, eyeing it wearily. He could tell she didn't really want to put it back on. Getting up off the bed, he grabbed a t-shirt and pair of shorts that she could wear. She smiled thankfully, at him, as she got dressed. Reluctantly, he got up and put on some clothes, too.

Olivia was a little put off by his distant behavior. Something was obviously on his mind, and she wondered if it had anything to do with her. She really hoped she didn't say anything in her sleep, now. What if he doesn't tell me and just decides to leave? She asked herself. True enough, she ran and resisted what they had at first, but she didn't think she'd be able to handle him leaving her. She was strong enough to deal with a lot of things, but Fitz leaving her was not one of them. That thought alone gave her pause.

He carried her dress and heels out to the car, tossing them on his backseat. He opened the door for her to get in first, before getting in the driver's seat. They were both silent on the way to her apartment, lost in their own thoughts.

Once he pulled up to her place, he looked over at her, making eye contact with her for the first time that morning. Slowly, he smiled at her and she exhaled. Relieved that he didn't seem to be upset with her.

"Thank you for dinner and…afterwards. I had a great time last night," she told him.

"Me too," was all he said.

Olivia was a little confused now, so she decided to get out of the car. Maybe they could talk more later on.

As soon as he realized she was getting out of the car, he quickly got out, too, and ran around the car to stop her.

"Wait," he said, grabbing her elbow. He looked into her eyes for a minute. "Do you trust me? To protect you?"

Olivia's eyebrows wrinkled at his unexpected question. "Of—of course I do," she stammered. Where is he going with this?

"What about enough to tell me anything?" he asked.

She hesitated. "I do."

He nodded his head. Before she could turn and walk away, he pulled her to him, kissing her forehead. He released his grip on her arms then and waited until she turned on a light to let him know she'd made it safely inside before leaving.

Olivia was determined not to spend all day worrying about Fitz. She only had two classes, and today she was determined to focus on what her professors were saying.

She couldn't afford to lose focus again, especially knowing what happened the last time she called herself getting wrapped up in a man. She shuddered as she briefly relived those memories. Zoning back in, she tried to catch up on what the teacher had said, furiously scribbling notes in her notebook.

Fitz was pretty distracted at work. Several times he lost his train of thought and had to pause. His students would look at one another trying to figure out what was distracting him. By his last class, Fitz decided to let everyone leave early. He knew he was off his game. But how could he focus when he had Olivia on his mind.

He needed to know who Jake was and why she was so scared of him. Was Jake still a factor or was he a thing of the past? Was he dangerous? He needed answers, but he was afraid that if he got them then he might be likely to want to kill Jake. He prayed Jake wasn't still a factor because if he is and he showed up, Fitz would hurt him for whatever he's done to Olivia. Even in her sleep he could hear the fear in her voice. He never wanted to hear that again. It made him want to protect her more so than usual. She might've thought he was possessive before now, but she hadn't seen anything yet.

Fitz realized that he was still in his classroom, staring off into space while he had a death grip on the podium. He shook his head and gathered his things, making his way to his office.

He put his stuff down and turned on his computer. He was waiting on it to boot up when he realized he hadn't heard from Olivia at all that day. He pulled his phone out to check and see if maybe he just missed the notification. Nothing. Fitz knew he'd been a bit distant this morning, but he didn't think Olivia would just not reach out to him.

He needed to see her. They needed to talk and clear some things up and the answers he wanted had to come from her, in person. He wouldn't settle for talking over the phone.

After her last class, Olivia decided to head back to her apartment. She had a bit of homework to do, and she wanted to get started as soon as possible so that she wouldn't be up all night. She didn't want to spend her one free weekday, doing homework.

She had just made it to her room when she pulled her phone out of her pocket to check for messages. Nothing. She bit her bottom lip as she thought about what that could mean. Surely Fitz would have text her by now. Should she just come out and ask him about last night? Should she tell him the truth? Abby didn't even know the truth, though.

Olivia threw herself onto her bed, closing her eyes for a moment. How did I get here? And why didn't I meet Fitz sooner? We could be happy.

Opening her eyes, Olivia took a deep breath and made herself get started on her homework. Although, now her gut was telling her that her suspicions were right.

She had been working for almost three hours when her phone started vibrating on her bed. She almost didn't hear it due to how focused she was. She didn't know if she should answer or not, but what if it was Fitz?

Olivia scrambled over to her bed, picking up the phone right as it was about to go to voicemail.

"Hello," she said.

There was no response. For a brief second she almost thought it was him, but it couldn't be. He didn't know where she was or how to reach her. When she pulled the phone away to look at it, she realized that it was Fitz and he'd hung up.

Olivia, quit being ridiculous, she thought, chastising herself. Even if it was him, you could handle him. He doesn't scare you anymore, she reminded herself.

Before she could put the phone back down it started to ring again.

"Hello..." she answered.

"Finally," Fitz said. "Is everything okay? I haven't heard from you all day today." He sounded a little irritated, in addition to worried.

Olivia rolled her eyes, although secretly, she was very relieved that Fitz was calling her. "I'm fine," she said. "You seemed a little distant this morning and I didn't want to bother you."

"You're never a bother Olivia. You know that."

"Okay," she said. She wasn't really listening but trying to finish her work, instead.

"Olivia..." He paused. Jake's name was on the tip of his tongue, but he changed his mind. "Never mind, I just wanted to see that you were okay."

"I'm fine, Fitz. I promise. I think it's me who should be asking you if you're okay. So, are you okay?"

Fitz was silent for a little bit. "Yeah. I just want to see you. I need to see you."

"Fitz, I don't think that's a good idea."

"What do you mean it's not a good idea, Ol—"

"No, Fitz, I can't spend every second of the day with you. I have a life outside of you. I have school, which I need to focus on, and I can't do that if I'm always with you."

"Actually, you can. Just bring your stuff with you. I'll leave you alone, I just need to be near you. And, we have to talk." He hated to say this over the phone, but Olivia was being very difficult all of a sudden. Normally all he had to do was say he wanted to see her and she agreed. "Remember what I told you on our first night together?"

Olivia didn't say anything, but she knew what he was referring to.

"I'm a possessive guy, Olivia. I won't try to control you, but you will be mine."

"I don't like being apart from what's mine," he said.

Olivia hated to admit it, but remembering those words turned her on. His possessiveness was one of the things she loved about him. He wasn't the controlling, possessive-type; the kind who would stalk her and/or threaten her life. He was something different.

"Olivia?" he asked, after she still hadn't said anything.

She hung up the phone in his face.

Fitz looked at his phone in shock and... arousal. How could he focus on what he needed to do when she did stuff like that? She was deliberately denying him. And he had to admit he liked it.

Grabbing his keys, Fitz decided Olivia would have to talk to him if he showed up at her place.

Olivia stopped working when she heard someone knocking on the front door fifteen minutes later.

She didn't know who it could be since Abby obviously had her own key. She swung the door open without thinking and stood there staring in disbelief.

Fitz gave her a look before gently pushing his way inside. "You know, you shouldn't open doors if you don't know who's on the other side. I could have been a killer."

"Why are you here? You can't be here," she said, once she found her voice.

"You hung up on me." He placed his hands in his pockets. If he didn't he'd be tempted to grab her and kiss the life out of her. He had to ignore his desire for her at the moment and focus.

"And," she said.

"I told you I wanted to see you, and we needed to talk."

Olivia exhaled loudly. She knew this moment was coming. She'd hoped to put it off for as long as possible. This is why she'd been acting the way she had with him today. Even though she tried her best to focus on school, she'd spent the whole day thinking about last night until she figured out what she said to him. She knew, then, why he seemed so distant. He probably had questions that he wanted answers to.

"You want to know about Jake?" she asked.

"I want to know about Jake," he said.

"Okay. Maybe you should sit down then."

Fitz sat down on her couch, motioning for her to sit beside him. But, of course, she declined.

Olivia folded her arms across her chest and started pacing. This would be the first time she told someone outside of her family what happened to her. She didn't know what it was about Fitz that made her want to do so. Maybe it was the fact that her feelings for him were stronger than she wanted to admit. Or maybe it was because he made her feel safe. She knew with his level of possessiveness that he'd never let anyone hurt her. Not if he could help it.

"I have a restraining order against my ex, Jake, because he was stalking me," she began.

So, someone asked their ages. I'm still working that out but it should come up next chapter, as well as what exactly happened between her and Jake. Still undecided on whether he'll be a thing of the past or not but I'm leaning towards a thing of the past.

I'm worried that I'm losing touch with who these characters were when I first started writing this story. If you guys think I am then please let me know so I can try to fix it! All reviews are appreciated, as long as criticism is CONSTRUCTIVE!