Chapter 2

It was rare to have a sunny day in Seattle. It's usually cloudy and rainy. Sometimes, people wonder if the poor weather would lead to terrible moods or it may work the other way round.

Waking up in her own bed, Arizona realized something was different in her room. A head of deep brown hair was the first thing she saw. Silky and wavy, but she could not match this beautiful brown hair to whom its owner was. She was too drunk last night to remember anything. Her only memory was going to Joe's and then everything just blacked out.

Amelia woke up and yawned. 'Good morning, I hope you're feeling better now,' she said in a soft voice. She pulled the sheets closer to her and that was the moment when Arizona realized Amelia was naked underneath.

Oh, god. We didn't have sex. Didn't we? Arizona thought. She could barely remember anything from last night but somehow she kept thinking about the kiss that she and Amelia shared. It was gentle but yet memorable. Was that an illusion? Or a really weird sexual fantasy? Arizona was almost always certain that a few drinks would make her horny but still she was not sure if she had slept with Amelia.

'I need to borrow your half of the sheet to pop over to the dryer to get my clothes that was deluged in your vomit last night, 'Amelia said while trying to roll herself to wrap herself thoroughly with the thin piece of sheet.

'Still not feel like wearing any underwear? 'Arizona blurted out. She realized how inappropriate it would had sounded the second she finished her question but she truly didn't know where did that question came from, let alone, where she had gotten this information from. Amelia chuckled in response. The whole room was loaded with awkwardness in the air.