May 17

Blue eyes were latched onto those impossibly full lips, while the hand that had been working to clean the bar just froze. The entire world felt like it froze, and Callie's words echoed in her head as the temperature rose just from the suggestive tone alone. She thought that there had to be some sort of special pure, raw magnetism that was in her genetic makeup, designed to make her react this strongly to Callie Torres.

Her twenty-five year old self wouldn't mind if another woman was interested in her. She kept her gaze latched on Callie's face, heart and libido racing with the possibilities that those words had just opened up.

Did that mean that she was gay or just more open-minded than she had been years ago? Did she mean Arizona specifically? Because the way those dark eyes were looking at her through those thick lashes that managed to freaking flutter without looking anything but sexy made her hands tighten into fists to fight the urge to cup her jaw and bring the lips she'd spent years wondering what kind of magic they would be able to work on her body to her own.

And if she actually did that, then she would probably end up dragging Callie over the bar and taking her on the unswept floor. Then Alex would have gotten a show and the expensive tank top that had ruffles down the front would be ripped off, and it would just be a mess. Just thinking about it made her throat run dry… come to think of it, the only downside to that would be that Alex was there.

Oh, god, and there Callie was still waiting for some sort of response. Her brain was yelling at her to answer, but no words were coming out.

Callie felt like the world was frozen, as she watched emotions flit over Arizona's face, then her eyes finally came to settle on her lips, that were open as if about to speak. She couldn't remember the last time she had actually been the person to hit on someone else, but she also knew that she'd never been nervous about it before.

The people she'd always surrounded herself with weren't people like Arizona; weren't people who would actually want to hear her spill her heart out about the epiphanies she'd experienced that led her to where she was now. People who smiled a sunshine grin at her like they expected her to be anything more than a drunk party girl.

So, she would admit that she was just a little bit nervous. Maybe this woman liked her nearly ten years ago, but that didn't mean anything now.

But dear lord, she wished it did. She was most likely just experiencing the aftereffects of the combination of not having sex for so long, mixed with the fact that the longer she stared at Arizona the more she wondered how the hell someone could be such a mix of cuteness and sexiness. And she wondered how the hell it had taken her four freaking nights to talk to her.

And she found herself holding her breath as the blonde finally spoke:

"That's good."

That disappointment that welled up at those two words, like the hope she'd had; she might have been out of the game for a while, but she knew that with the line she'd thrown out, she'd given Arizona either the chance to reel her in or throw her back. And she was thrown back.

It wasn't like Arizona just didn't know how to navigate the flirting waters, either, because in her keen observations in the last few days, she'd seen the blonde charm the pants nearly right off of other women. Her not biting on Callie's bait really could just mean one thing: she wasn't interested.

Which just made her confused, because she had been sure that Arizona had been giving her that look. That kind of look where your eyes darkened just a little bit, and your breath hitched in a way that was barely noticeable. That look you give to someone you might want to hold against the wall and bury yourself in them until you couldn't see straight anymore. But maybe two years and four months out of the sex world took more of a toll than she'd thought.

Drawing back, she tapped her hand against the bar again, clearing her throat, managing a small smile, "Yeah, good. I, uh, guess I'll see you later then."

Eyebrows low on her forehead as she tried to figure out first how she could have read these signs so poorly and second how she was going to calm the longing her body seemed to have developed for Arizona starting on that first day, as she'd helped her pull those small glass shards out of her hands. It might have been crush-karma; Arizona had had a crush on her in high school that she had ignored and now – if these lusty feelings mixed with feelings of wanting to keep talking to the bar tender could be called a crush – hers was likewise unreciprocated.

Arizona watched Callie turn around after a slightly awkward wave and with every step she took in the direction of the door, her mouth was working, trying to find the right words to say to stop her. And then she was gone, and a clattering sound made her jump. Turning, she saw Alex, who had just thrown the mop he'd been using to the floor, his face incredulous, "Are you kidding me? Are you freaking kidding me? That was shameful. I'm disowning you."

Replaying the last minute in her mind's eyes, she shook her head, both disgusted and horrified at herself, "I'm disowning myself." Of it's own accord, her hand came up and slapped against her forehead, " "That's good"? "That's good"?! What am I, an idiot?" Squeezing her eyes tightly closed, she stared at the spot where the brunette had just been, "Did Callie Torres really just say that to me, in that tone of voice, and I said that's good?"

She sensed his movement as he came up behind her, draping his arm around her shoulders, his sigh heavy, "Dude. Yeah. She just invited you to hit on her and you fell right on your face."

She had fallen right on her face. And now that Callie was gone, Arizona could think of a million things to say in response.

That had been the perfect opening to ask her out. Even an incredibly simple response from Arizona could have sparked a better outcome. In her mind, she rewound the last few minutes, and she saw herself smiling, lifting an eyebrow and asking, "Oh, really?"

But instead, what had come out was "That's good."

May 18

Cell phone and scrap of paper in hand, Arizona hopped up into the kitchen counter, running her thumb over the numbers she'd hastily copied down before she'd left the bar last night. Because after that crushing feeling of her own idiocy had left her, she'd realized that last night wasn't a total failure.

Callie had opened up to her in the bar, and told her about herself, about her life, which kept her satisfied on one level, because she wanted to know about her. And on that other level, the one where her body reacted to Callie's like a south magnetic pole to a north one – Callie had opened the door. Arizona might have tried to walk through the doorway then tripped, but the door was still there.

Her fantasy woman had basically asked her to make a move. And she wasn't going to pass that up.

So she'd found Callie's order slip from her party earlier in the week and quickly copied her number down and slipped it into her pocket. With a deep breath, she quickly dialed the number, and just as she pressed the call button, the back door opened and she spun on her perch on the counter to see her brother and Alex enter the room. They'd been playing basketball on the driveway outside and instead of heading for the fridge like they were both going for, as soon as they saw her, phone pressed against her ear, they both gave her eerily matching wolfish grins.

Which made her smile even as her stomach flip-flopped. She shouldn't be nervous because Callie was the one who had thrown out the gauntlet – she would be receptive to Arizona's interest. But as she thought of asking out Callie made her nerves tingle in both anticipation and excitement.

Tim snatched up the slip of paper as she waited for Callie to answer, "Calliope Torres," he read, high-fiving Alex, "Called it. You got this, sis."

She did have it. This wasn't high school. She wasn't calling Callie to get her bio notes – which she'd only done on rare occasions, even though her notes far surpassed the Latina's. She was a hot gay lady, calling up a fellow hot – smoking hot – gay lady to have dinner.

The fact that this one phone call was ten years in the making just made it feel that much heavier.

Her phone had rang twice before both her brother and Alex started to chant, "Ar-i-zo-na, Ar-i-zo-na, Ar-i-zo-na!" in increasing tempo. Then when Tim started to pound his hands against the counter next to her, she couldn't even hear her phone that was at full volume against her ear.

Narrowing her eyes, she hissed, "Shut up!"

And as soon as they did, it allowed her to hear the object of her affection's smoky voice ask, "Uh, hello? Did you just tell me to shut up?"

Gritting her teeth, she glared at the two men, "No! No, no, I was talking to my… dogs." What were the words that were leaving her mouth? She briefly took the phone away from her ear and banged it against her forehead for a second, slapping her hand over Tim's mouth before he barked, like she knew he was about to.

When she brought the receiver back to her ear, Callie's confusion was easy to hear, "Uh… okay."

Alex let out a "howl" and she kicked him sharply in the shin, before turning her attention back to the main objective. Objective get Callie to come over for dinner. She cleared her throat, "So, I think last night I started out strong and then I might have left you with… the wrong impression."

"What is the impression you want to leave on me?" she asked, and there was that tone again. Where her voice dipped, and Arizona didn't know if Callie purposefully did it or if it just happened, but it didn't matter because either way it was damn effective in making Arizona instantly imagine it calling out her name.

It was like Callie's superpower. Being drop dead sexy.

And so, so many images came to her mind, and the words "how about my body on yours" nearly slipped out of her mouth. Blushing at her thoughts, she shakes her head, "I just – I want you to know that –" that, what? That since the day Callie had stepped back into her bar three weeks ago, all of her nights had been spent in her bed, haunted by dreams practically identical of the ones she'd been plagued by throughout her adolescence of ripping off her clothes and having her? "That I, well," taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes, and said quietly, "I want to know if maybe you would like to have dinner with me, tonight."

There. The words were out and all she needed now –

She didn't even have to wait long enough to finish her thought before Callie answered, "Yes. Yes, I'd love to, absolutely,"

A smile stole over her face, relief washing over her as both Tim and Alex held up hands to be high-fived, which she responded to as a feeling of victory stole over her, "Awesome! If it's all right with you, I'd like to cook you something," she said, and both Tim and Alex gave her two thumbs up.

"Yeah, that sounds… great," the brunette said, and Arizona wasn't positive, but she felt like she could hear her smiling.

And there was that dip in her tone again, as she'd said "great" and Arizona involuntarily closed her eyes. She wanted to treat Callie like a lady. How was she supposed to treat her like a lady tonight when they were alone in her house if she made her voice all husky-toned, the way Arizona imagined it sounding when she woke up in the morning. Or after it had gotten hoarse from screaming the blonde's name.

Shaking herself out of it, she opened her eyes, "Yes. It is – great. I live at 31 Southwest 85th. It's only a block away from the bar."

Her face lit up in a grin when she heard Callie whisper to someone, "Quick, I need your pen." And she repeated the address back, "So, 31 Southwest 85th. What time?"

Rolling her eyes toward the clock above the stove, she bit her lip, "How about seven?"

As soon as the words left her mouth, both her brother and Alex were shaking their heads, and she held her hand over the speaker, "What?"

It was Tim who answered, looking at her like she was stupid, "Seven? What, are you going to have her home and tucked in by nine? Give her a kiss on the back of the hand after?"

A feeling of urgency was rising inside of her as she heard Callie say, "Sure. Seven sounds good."

Making sure her hand was still firmly over the phone she shook her head, "Well, I asked her over for dinner not a booty call. What the hell time do you think I should have asked?"

"At least eight!" Alex answered for her, just as Callie asked, "Hello? Are you still there?"

"Yes! Still here, sorry. These dogs are just really acting up," sick of the guy's input, she used her hand to spin her to face the other way, "So, I'll see you at seven?"

Her voice sounded hopeful and excited to her own ears and, damn it, she didn't even care.

"I'll be there," there was a slight hesitation, before Callie asked, "Um. This is Arizona, right?"

Pulling her knees up, she banged her head against them, mumbling, "Of course I forgot to tell you it was me," before clearing her throat, "But yeah, it's me. Arizona. I got your number from when you came into the bar a few weeks ago, I wasn't like… stalking you, or anything –"

Immediately, her brother's hand clapped over her mouth and he emitted a loud succession of barks, as Callie's laugh sounded low in her ear, "That's good to know, but I wasn't worried. Besides, maybe being stalked by you wouldn't be so bad. It might be worse for you, really, because you'd have to see me wake up in the morning. It's not a pretty sight."

Gripping Tim's hand that was still tight over her mouth, she peeled it off, the vision of waking Callie up by planting slow wet kisses down her abdomen as they were tangled in her sheets taking clouding her mind, "I'm positive it's a fabulous sight."

If it was half as good as the one in her head was, it was positively picturesque.

She was convinced that whatever was going to come out of Callie's mouth following the low "hmm" sound was going to be utterly awesome. This was much more the type of conversation she was used to having with women… and then someone said something that she couldn't hear in the background and instead, her hearing was filled with a heavy sigh, "I have to go. But I'll see you in a few hours."

"Super! Bye," as soon as the word left her mouth, the phone was yanked from her hands and slid farther down the counter, as Alex's hands grabbed her hips and turned her to look at the awaiting faces of the men in her life.

Her best friend lifted both of his eyebrows, "Well? The final verdict?"

She didn't think the smile on her face could get any bigger, "Dinner tonight at seven. And we talked about what she looks like in bed in the morning."

Tim slid her forward, ducking and bracing his shoulder against the countertop and hauling her over it before standing, her still slung over his shoulder, "Sing it with me! Weeee are the champions my frieeeends!"

Alex joined in with him and even though she half-heartedly hit at her brother's back and flipped Alex off, she couldn't help but laugh. Even though she was certain she was headed for a "celebratory" toss into the pool – which her brother did to her every time he managed to pick her up like this – she couldn't find it in her to be mad or annoyed.

Because she had a freaking date with Callie Torres.

Callie sat in her parked car, both of her hands braced on the steering wheel, as she sat outside of Arizona's house. Her entire day had been spent with her mother, sister, and Susan and Jill Wheaton, who were a mother and daughter pair that her family had known forever. Susan worked with her mom, and Jill was her extremely vapid, shallow daughter. Even Aria, who played fast and loose with the crowd she hung out with, couldn't stand her.

She'd gotten the call from a mystery number when they were out to lunch, and despite knowing that it was extremely bad manners, she had answered it anyway. Besides, her mom and Susan were deep in conversation and both Jill and Aria were texting under the table.

It was with surprised excitement that she'd realized it was Arizona on the line. Arizona, who was asking her out. To her house. As Callie couldn't let herself forget, she hadn't been involved with anyone in a long twenty-eight months. But she did remember that home dates she'd gone on in the past were sex dates.

And a first date sex date wasn't something she'd been on for even longer than she'd been without sex. Sex pre-Peace Corps days had come in two ways – either she picked someone up in a club and it was a one night quick fuck or she expected someone who wanted her to work a little first.

But. She really wasn't complaining in the least. Because Arizona was sweet and sexidorable. And she had legs to kill for. Specifically her thighs. Callie, for four nights, had spent multiple hours watching the blonde work the bar in her cutoff shorts that hugged those lightly tanned thighs that she knew would be silky soft to the touch. Thighs that looked like they would clamp around her wrist or her head so firmly as she made Arizona feel every last ounce of pleasure from her slim, tight body.

Letting out a shuddering breath, she shook her head and got out of the car. Then again, it was entirely possible that Arizona, if she was as nice as Callie remembered – and all signs thus far pointed to yes – didn't intend on this being a sex date.

Frowning, Callie glanced down at her dress as she made her way up the walkway, what if Arizona hadn't really intended this to be a date at all? Because those words hadn't exactly been said when they'd spoken. It was possible that Arizona felt… fuck, she didn't know. Maybe her disappointment had been sensed and Arizona felt bad?

Well, the black dress she was wearing didn't really scream pity-dinner; it screamed I'm yours for the taking. And because she really wanted to be taken, she was here almost ten minutes early.

Ringing the doorbell, it was barely three seconds later before she heard Arizona call out, "I'm coming!"

God, she wanted to hear those words in a different context.

Shaking her head to clear it of the images – those damn thighs – the door swung open to reveal Arizona. And her jaw dropped, because if she'd thought the blonde was gorgeous in the last few days while wearing her everyday clothes, she had been completely unprepared to see her like this. In a blue dress that outlined her breasts and hips perfectly, revealing just a hint of her utterly delicious cleavage.

How had she not noticed her boobs before? Well, she'd noticed them the past few nights, and she'd noticed that they looked like they might fit perfectly in her palms. But noticed them as in she kind of really wanted to bury her face between them.

Twenty-eight months was such a long time. And Arizona was such a fucking hot woman.

Forcing her eyes to lift up – she refused to let them dip to check out how this dress hugged those thighs because she was sure that she might actually drool – she made eye contact with those blue eyes that seemed even bluer right now, with a hint of eye shadow above them. And that bright smile was shining at her in a way that told her she'd clearly been caught checked her out.

She wasn't even sorry. Unless… "This is a date, right?"

Inwardly, she cringed at herself. Real smooth, Torres. Real smooth. And then Arizona nodded quickly, "Yeah. Yes," those eyes closed as a laugh drifted from pink lips, "I know it might be hard for you to believe, but I'm usually a lot better than this, with women."

She shook her head, "No, it's really not hard for me to imagine. I've seen you at the bar." Women flocked to the blonde. And she knew just what to say to them. But she didn't see any of them currently on a date, "I'll take your sometimes tongue-tied-ness as a compliment."

"So you should," Arizona stepped back, opening the door for her to walk through, "Welcome to Casa de Robbins."

Callie walked by, purposefully walking close enough to just able to feel her body heat and to catch a scent of her. It wasn't perfume so much as a combination of her shampoo and body wash and just something else that was now just… Arizona. Then, as the door shut behind her and she walked a little farther, she could smell actual food cooking.

So it was a real date and not just a sex date. She wondered if it was appropriate to be both happy – because Arizona was still sweet and wanting to make her dinner as a first date – and frustrated because of that whole thing where it had been almost two and a half years since she'd been touched by another person.

But, much like her sometimes tongue-tied-ness, she was going to take the fact that Arizona was actually cooking for her as a compliment. Besides, they should work on building up a rapport and a friendship and whatnot first, before sex. Because Arizona seemed like she was that kind of girl, and that was what adults who weren't bitchy party girls did.

But she would be damned if her body wasn't yelling at her to have a sex date with the gorgeous blonde with thighs that looked strong and silky smooth and eyes that Callie wanted to know if they would darken to a midnight blue shade or a navy. Sex first and rapport later.

Callie walked farther into the house, slightly down the hallway, looking up on the walls at the pictures of her and Tim and their parents, and Arizona mentally kicked herself and told herself to walk behind her instead of just staring at her spectacular ass. A truly, world-class butt that was just calling out to her, begging for attention.

She could vividly remember high school Arizona's fantasies about that butt. And she remembered being incredibly grateful that she and Callie had gym class together. She'd always made sure to not be that gay girl who perved on other girls in the locker room… however… she might have snuck looks at the beautiful brunette once or twice.

A class.

It had been too difficult to not peek, and her sixteen-year-old self didn't have really great self-control. But she did now, and she made her eyes lift, trailing up her back until she reached the caramel shoulder blades revealed by the dress, where her eyes latched on again. She could just see herself scraping her teeth against them, Callie writhing on her hands and knees, as her hand pumped –

Dinner. They were going to have a nice dinner. Just a dinner, because Callie Torres wasn't the kind of girl she could just fuck and forget; she was the kind of girl Arizona wanted to sweep off her feet. The kind of girl Arizona would want to stay for the night and then make her waffles in the morning.

Or pancakes. Or freaking French toast – damn it, the entire kitchen, she would make it for her. Because that ass, those boobs, those legs… god, Arizona shuddered. Mountains would be moved for that body alone. When you added on the face with those wide, dark eyes and that luscious mouth…

Dinner. Dinner, dinner, dinner, dinner, her mind sang to her. And that meant dinner as in food and not Callie. Blushing and slightly salivating at her own thoughts, she walked up next to where Callie was standing, looking up at the arrangement of pictures that had been on the wall for years, purposefully teasing herself by letting their bare arms rub against each others.

Callie closed her eyes, telling her overheated body and brain to just take a break. A mental cold shower. The reopened when Arizona said, "My mom came up with this whole picture arrangement, and took most of them, too. She was a photographer. Mostly for fun, but she was really great."

Looking up at them, she nodded. The photo arrangement was almost like a piece of art itself, the way the different frames came together in designs, meshing. Some of them were nature shots, blended in with different ones of Arizona and Tim and people she would assume as their parents and sporadic other family members.

Then her eyes landed on one of the blonde, full on glasses and braces, her hair a little wild… and it clicked. Pointing at it, she grinned, "This is your senior picture! From our yearbook."

Arizona's groan got her attention, and she turned to see her date furiously blushing, shaking her head, "I wear things like this dress in an effort to make you not think about that."

Lifting her hand, she skimmed her finger down the soft, red-tinged cheek, "Well, as much as I like that dress, you were still cute in high school."

Eyebrow raised, the blonde stared at her, "Yeah, because glasses and braces are such a turn on."

She shrugged, turning away from the pictures to face her, "Well, I don't really think adult braces are a great look for anyone, so if you had those now, it might be a little touch and go. But glasses, you could definitely pull them off."

In fact, Callie wondered if there was a possibility of seeing Arizona in them. While her mind took off with the possibilities if that, she raked her eyes down the blonde's body, just once more before they had dinner. Then, as they ran all the way down her legs and she couldn't stop a laugh when she got to the feet. The bare feet that just did not match that knock-out dress. And yet in the off-beat kind of way that Arizona seemed to emit, they did match, "You're not wearing any shoes."

Those feet rocked back and forth, toes tapping lightly on the floor as Arizona shook her head, "You came early! I didn't have time to run upstairs and put my heels on. They were going to be a good pair, too," the blonde informed her, "They really make my butt pop," she explained with a small sigh.

And while Arizona was clearly disappointed with the fact that she didn't have the opportunity to put on those heels, Callie was kind of glad. Because she was sure that if she'd had to look at Arizona's butt as it had "popped" even more than that dress already made it look like it was, she was going to pop.

The thought made her chuckle, even as the heat shot through her.

Those sky eyes narrowed, "Hey, my butt has the potential to blow you away. I mean, it might not be yours but, then again what is? I –"

Callie really enjoyed that Arizona ramble. That reminded her of the girl in science class, even if some other things might have changed. And she liked that girl, with the sweetness and the brains and that personality that made her easy to talk to. She'd already shared more with her since she'd been back than she had with anyone else, so… what the hell. As much as she enjoyed that Arizona ramble, she cut her off.

"I'm not laughing at your butt potential; I'm laughing because you really do have a spectacular butt. I spent four days in the Just Cause watching you, you think I haven't noticed? Anyway," her eyes falling to those pouty pink lips and she wondered if she licked her own or if that was in her head, "I was just thinking that I'm, uh, glad that you didn't wear your heels because… fuck it," shaking her head, she moved her eyes back up Arizona's face, latching onto those eyes, "It's been a while since I've had sex. And I'm kind of – kind of really… horny," she settled on that word because it really described her perfectly right now.

She didn't want the kind of sex the people that lived in the life that Aria lived in had – that meticulously well planned and thought out, step by step sex she remembered having. She wanted the kind of sex that was raw and primal. The kind that people had after leaving the Just Cause together. The kind that she imagined Arizona had.

And then the fact that she had just fucking said that to her date – who, while admittedly they did have a strange little old friendship/friendly thing going on, was still someone who was probably trying to have a nice first date with her – set in, and she just… stared.

Arizona felt her breath hitch in her throat, and she was pretty sure she was wetter than a lake because holy god damn, she challenged anyone to remain somewhat unaffected when Callie Torres said she was horny while on a date with them wearing that dress with her voice hitting that low octave and her eyes practically giving away her desire.

Before she could speak, she had to clear her throat. Twice. "I… uh. Same for me. It's been a while. And I'm extremely…" wet. Aroused. Needy, "Horny."

Callie's eyebrow lifted, "I bet I have you beat."

"It's been a little over two months," but it's been much, much longer since her body yearned for Callie's.

The brunette's laugh started out low, then grew, until she was holding her sides, "Oh, Arizona… twenty-eight months."

Her eyes widened in incredulous surprise, "That's over two years."

No one had touched that magnificent body in over two years. No one had kissed those lips. Two years was a long time. And she desperately wanted – needed – it to be her. Callie's tongue flicked out, over her lips, and Arizona felt like all of the air had been sucked out of the room as the Latina nodded, "Believe me, I know. It's just – I was in the Peace Corps for twenty-seven months. And I really didn't have anyone in Botswana. And I've been back for a month, and… no one I know really interests me. Except, there's this one woman…"

Arizona's hands tightened into fists at her sides, "Oh, yeah?"

"Mhmm," the sound was hardly a whisper leaving Callie's lips as she inched in closer, and Arizona could both feel and hear her heart thundering in her chest, the blood pounding in her head while rushing to a completely different part of her anatomy.

Dinner. Fuck dinner; she would have Callie for dinner.

She'd wanted this for so long. This kiss was something she'd been waiting for since before she'd had her first kiss. As her hands reached out, finding purchase on those hips, she couldn't stop herself from moving them up and down in a light caress, just to feel. God, she felt so good.

Tipping her head up, keeping her eyes open, she pushed up to her tip toes, just a bit. And Callie's face was so close to hers, she could feel her breath on her lips.

And then the door ten feet behind them crashed open and the ghosting of the warmth of Callie's hands that she'd right over the skin of her jaw dropped, but her own hands flexed on those hips, just once before both of their heads turned to face the reason behind the disruption.

The disappointment Callie was feeling inside of her was really only tempered by the utter confusion she was having due to the face that Tim and Alex were standing with giant smiles on their faces, while soaking wet, dripping on the hardwood floor in the foyer that she was just about to kiss the blonde on.

Arizona, along with her own sense of confused disappointed, was also really, really pissed, "What the hell are you guys doing here?"

Tim explained, "A water main burst at the bar. It was crazy. Don't worry, we already called the plumber and we managed to get it to stop looking like a torrential downpour. But we had to close down for the night."

Alex, however, was just giving the two of them a shit-eating grin, "And what do we have here?"

Closing her eyes tightly – honestly, she'd been so close – she put her hands on her hips, "Callie, these are my dogs. I'm thinking about bringing them to the pound as soon as possible."

Please let me know what you think! I really enjoy everyone's feedback so far. Also, this story miiiight turn out to be a few chapters longer than planned. Thank you for reading!