"You seriously didn't have to do all this," I tell Ty, as the driver shuts the door. "It's too much for a date."

"It's not enough," Ty says. "This is just the beginning, Kihanna. I want to show you how much you mean to you. I want to spoil you."

"You already have," I admit.

"That's what I'm hoping," he says. "I don't want any guy to ever be able to compare or measure up."

"Mission accomplished."

Because, seriously.

"I know you don't like champagne, so I got sparkling water instead," Ty says, opening a mini fridge.

I melt. Literally.

"You're amazing," I tell him as he pours the sparkling water into the flutes. He passes me a glass and fills up one for him.

He holds out his glass. "Here is to us, and the amazing future that I hope we share."

I tap my glass against his and take a drink.

"Are you going to tell me what we're doing yet?" I ask.

"I can tell you that we are going to eat," he answers. "But I have something awesome planned for after we eat. You will have to wait until we get there, though. But I will give you a hint."

"Okay," I say.

"It's something we've done before," he says.

"That could be anything," I say. "I need a better hint."

"That is all you're getting," he says.

"I guess that will have to do."

He grins. "I have something serious to talk to you about."

"Okay," I say.

"You and me... I want us to be official," he says. "I want you to be mine, and I want the world to know it."

"Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?"

He nods. "Yes, I am."

My heart races, but not in a nervous kind of way. In an excited kind of way. And I realize that I don't have to think about my answer. I know it. Deep down, I know that this is right. That this is what I've been waiting for.

"Okay," I say. "I'll be your girlfriend."

Ty looks at me, his eyes wide in surprise.

Maybe he expected me to say no.

"Are you seriously saying yes?" he asks.

"Yes. I'm really saying yes," I say again.

I guess I have told him 'no' a lot over the past year. But it's never been right before. Now, it's finally right.

"Just clarifying, you, Kihanna Evers, are in an exclusive, committed relationship with me, Ty Newman," he says. "The whole shebang. No dating other guys, just me. And us going out on dates and putting your Staying Connected relationship status as 'in a relationship'. Maybe even a couple t-shirt."

I laugh. "Maybe not the couple t-shirt. But, yes. All that."

"I'll talk you into the couple t-shirt," he says.

"Yeah, probably not."

Ty grins uncontrollably. "So this is real, right? I'm not just dreaming?"

"You're not dreaming. It's real."

"I've been waiting for this moment since I fucked everything up last time," he says.

"Well, don't mess it up this time," I say, knowing that he won't. I trust Ty. If I didn't, I wouldn't be with him right now. It's been slow coming... the trust. Even just a few weeks ago, I wasn't sure if I'd ever get over what he did. But I am over it. He deserves a second chance. I deserve this second chance.

"I won't," he says, then kissed my hand.

"I know."

He pulls out his phone. "Can I update our relationship status?"

"Sure," I say, pulling out my own phone.

He pauses for a moment. "Do you think this will hurt Gabe's feelings?"

"Maybe," I answer, loving that he cares enough to ask. "But Gabe and I have been broken up for a long time now. It's been plenty of time to move on."

"Do you think we should wait to do this?" he asks.

I shake my head. "I want the world to know."

He smiles at my response, and then clicks something on his phone. A few seconds later, mine vibrates. I hit accept, and then it's Staying Connected official.

Ty Newman and Kihanna Evers are in a relationship.

Before I exit the app, we are already getting likes and comments.

And I don't feel even a little bit of doubt. This is the right thing for me right now.

10 p.m.

The best part.

After eating dinner, Ty is being all mysterious. We pull up to a small concert arena that is packed, and I'm wondering what is going on.

"Are we watching a concert?" I ask.

He doesn't answer. He just gets out of the limo and holds out his hand to help me out.

Once I'm out, Ty doesn't let go of my hand.

"Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?" he asks.

"Once or twice," I say. "But feel free to say it again."

He grins. "You are beautiful. Stunning. Gorgeous. And whatever other adjectives that are used to describe somebody who looks as amazing as you do right now. You with your cute dress, Converse, and slightly messy hair. I don't think you've ever looked better than you do right now."

"My hair is messy because of you," I say, running my free hand over it.

Just because Ty and I definitely aren't having sex doesn't mean we can't make out. Making out with him is fun, and it makes me that much more excited for December 6-the date we both agreed we could have sex.

Ty and I walk inside the arena. There aren't any lines, and I can hear music already playing. I don't recognize the band.

"The reason we're here should be on the stage in about five minutes," he says.

We make our way to our seats. We walk past a ton of screaming people. Some people are dancing, some are singing along, and some people have obviously had a little too much to drink.

Finally, we get to our seats.

They're in the front row.

I still have no clue what's going on. I mean, obviously we're seeing a concert, but Ty said we're doing something we've done before.

The band ends their set, and a bunch of guys run out on stage and change a few things around. About three minutes later, the band comes out. It's then that I realize-Ty and I have seen this band before. On our very first date.

"Oh, my God!" I say, excitedly. "I can't believe you remembered."

He grins.

They start singing, and I realize there is something different about the band. The original singer they had isn't in the band anymore, which is a good thing. That guy sucked. And instead, another girl is singing lead. They sound so much better. And there are a lot more people here tonight than there were the first time we saw them.

"They dumped their lead singer and got a record deal," Ty says. "Their EP was so popular that the record company put them in the recording studio to work on their full length album and this is the kick off for their world tour."

"That's so awesome!"

And it is. I can say that I saw them before they got famous.

I love that we saw them on our first date and now we're seeing them again on our first date as boyfriend and girlfriend over a year later. This pretty much makes Ty the most romantic guy on the planet.

The best part?

Ty is mine.

I could definitely get use to this.

Saturday, November 13 9 a.m.

Separate rooms.

I wake up the next morning with a text from Gabe. I expect him to comment on my changed relationship status with Ty, but he doesn't. I'm trying to figure out if that is a good or bad thing.

Gabe: Get home as soon as you can. Got new info that I'd rather not share via text.

I show Ty the text message.

"I guess we are going back early," Ty says, after reading it.

"We don't have to," I say.

"Figuring out your stalker situation is a lot more important than spending a romantic weekend in Malibu," he says.

"I wish we didn't have to go back at all. This weekend just started, and it's already been so epic. You planned the perfect date."

"I tried," he says, getting out of bed. "Now, let's get ready and go home. We will just have to do something at Berkeley this weekend."

"Maybe next weekend things will be less crazy and we will be able to go home," I say.

"We are, because next weekend starts our Thanksgiving break," he says.

"Thanksgiving," I say, then sigh. "I guess that means we are going to go to my parent's cabin where it's cold and there is no cell reception. My dad and Jack Johnson will spend the whole time skiing, Veronica will complain about how I dress, and Libby will tell me how much she hopes Gabe and I will get back together. Of course Toby will be high the whole time and Gabe will annoy the crap out of me."

"I will be there," Ty says.

"And since we're not having sex, I'll have to fight you off," I joke. "Maybe I'll just get high with Toby."

"It could be fun. I haven't smoked weed in a long time," he says.

"I've never done it."

"You know, sometimes I forget how innocent you are," he says.

"I'm not that innocent," I say. "Not anymore. And I'm pretty sure that you're the one who corrupted me."

"Naw. You're still innocent."

I roll my eyes and get out of bed. "I'm taking a shower."

"Can I come with you?"