And then you walked into my life

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Felicity woke the next morning and she felt a smile curve her lips. She jumped out of bed and showered quickly before spending the next 30 minutes trying to figure out what to wear. Oh my god, you are just walking a dog. Yes, but walking a dog with the handsomest man in Star City. She remembered back to seeing the article where he was voted "Sexiest Man in Star City", just last year. He was not at all what that article made him out to be and she found that refreshing.

She finally settled on a bright yellow dress with red and green flowers and her favorite pair of chucks. It was causal but made her feel good and she had to admit, it showed her legs quite nicely. Pascal danced around her barking as she fixed his breakfast and they both ate ravenously. She had barely touched the Chinese food that Oliver had brought home and then they had talked to late into the evening. She was hungry.

"So, Pascal are you nervous about this walk?" Pascal continued to eat, and Felicity continued to talk.

"I am nervous. I mean I really like this guy. He's nice, good looking. I mean he is really good looking. He puts my stomach into knots. Well not literal knots but butterfly knots."

Pascal finally looked up from his food and licked his muzzle and she smiled at him. "I am going to brush my teeth and then we are going to leave."

She raced down the hall and quickly brushed her teeth taking one last look in the mirror. Her eyes were shining, and she had to admit. She looked happy.

Felicity purchased the coffee and bagels from the coffee shop as promised and her step seemed to quicken as they neared Oliver's penthouse. Why was she being so anxious? She stopped and took a deep breath before she pulled out her key and opened the door. Oliver had mentioned he might not hear her when she arrived, so she opened the door and was completely caught off guard.

Oliver was playing tug of war with Otis over a t-shirt. But her eyes could not stop staring at the fact that he was only wearing a low-slung towel.

She turned quickly back toward the door her cheeks flushed. The image of Oliver's naked, nicely muscled chest and wet tousled hair, along with the towel were now burned into her brain in a very good way.

"God Oliver, I am so sorry." She stood there with her cheeks flaming, biting her bottom lip.

"No, I apologies Felicity. Otis grabbed my shirt and I was trying to get it back. I will go get dressed."

She heard him move down the hallway and she turned to see Otis lying on the floor with what looked to be a blue short sleeved t-shirt in his mouth. He barked at her and she walked over and grabbed it from him.

"You silly dog. What were you thinking?" Otis just cocked his head and panted, and she could have sworn if he was not a dog he was grinning. Pascal had waltzed over to see Otis and the two settled down next to each other. If she didn't know any better, she would think their dogs were playing matchmaker. But they were just dogs.

She took the shirt and placed it on the couch before walking over to the kitchen. She tried not to think of Oliver half naked as she placed the bagels on a plate. Good lord the man was built. She could only imagine what it would feel like to run her hands over that chest.

Ok, she needed to stop and take a deep breath. She took the bagels and coffee to the living room as Oliver finally walked back in a few minutes later. He was dressed in a different t-shirt and blue jeans that fit him quite nicely. God, Felicity, get a grip. You would think you had not had sex in, well, quite a while.

She gave him a nervous smile as he stopped in front of her and ran his hands down his jeans in what she recognized as a nervous gesture.

"Thank you for stopping to get the coffee and bagels."