Andrew POV
"Ancient history"...Yep, that's really how Maggie just described our relationship. Not that I disagree with her, but isn't there some unwritten rule about sisters and exes? At least, that's what I'd told myself in a vain attempt to stop thinking about kissing Meredith, er, Dr. Grey a few nights ago. I definitely need to keep my mind from going there. She's my teacher, co-owner of this hospital, and from what I've heard, already had her "one great love" with a renowned neurosurgeon (who was working for the freaking President before he died), and has basically gone it alone since. How does anyone even attempt to follow that act? I know all the alcohol coursing through my veins, as well as Meredith's all-too-kind words gave me the courage I needed to kiss her. But I'd be lying to myself if I said I didn't notice her beautiful face and gorgeous body in that dress long before I was drunk. As I try to shake those thoughts once again, I look up to see none other than Meredith, who is staring back at me. We awkwardly wave at each other, and I make a quick decision to get out of there before I say or do something stupid...again.
Meredith POV
Why is Maggie giving Andrew permission to date Amelia? I must be missing something, as I can't come up with any logical reason for Maggie to be throwing men at Amelia, who seems blissfully happy with Owen, once again. I try to ignore the pang of disappointment, albeit illogical, that I feel at the mention of Andrew and Amelia. Just then, he looks up and notices me watching him. I try to ignore the pang of some other feeling as he stares back at me and waves. I definitely need to leave and focus on my shopping assignment from Cece.
In the dressing room of Nordstrom, I work on trying on the outfits a personal shopper has selected for me. I knew I'd need to enlist some help in order to find outfits that are outside of my comfort zone, and get me ready for a new chapter, as Cece requested. I slip the final contender over my body, a form-fitting burgundy dress with a plunging neckline, and take a look in the mirror. I'm quite pleased with how the dress hugs my body in all the right places. I try to imagine where I might go in this dress, and who might be by my side, but if I'm being honest with myself, what I'm really wondering is whether this dress will get the same reaction from Andrew as the blue dress I wore to Alex's wedding.
Andrew POV
Hours later, and I still can't get her face out of my head. I have no idea whether she heard my conversation with Maggie, or what she'd make of it if she did. I think back to this morning, when I rode up to the hospital on my bike, to the three sisters watching me as they casually continued their conversation. What I wouldn't give to know what they were talking about. What I do know is Meredith kept her eyes glued on me, and all I could do was hope my sunglasses concealed the desire in my eyes as I stared right back at her. I roll over in my bed, noting that another part of my body is now awakened by that same desire. Sigh. I have a feeling I'm in for a long night of tossing and turning.