Chapter Five
June 18th, 2018
"Coffee before your meeting." Callie smiled, offering a coffee to Arizona.
"Thank God." Arizona groaned. Her mouth practically watered. She took a deep sigh.
Callie had met her near the conference room of Arizona's meeting. This was going to be an especially long and tedious one with contractors and architects who spoke in practically another language and not understanding exactly what was happening and what was being said was not something Arizona was comfortable with. To say she was sick of meetings was by far an understatement at this point, anyway.
"I think I just fell in love with you just a little bit." Arizona smiled at the coffee in front of her, taking a generous sip.
Callie simultaneously took a sip, alarmed by how milky her coffee was. "Is this even coffee anymore?"
Arizona groaned, "Ugh, is this black?"
Arizona squinted at Callie, as she stuck out her coffee and exchanged it with Callie for her correct one. She took one long sip. "Ahh. That's more like it." She smiled, trying to ignore the small tingling sensation on her lips knowing Callie's mouth was just on that and that Callie was tasting the remnants of her own lips.
Callie licked her lips after taking a sip of her bitterly black coffee.
"I don't understand how you take yours black." Arizona raised her eyebrows.
"I don't understand how you have the nerve to call a milkshake 'coffee.'"
"You're aware I'm the normal one in this scenario, right?" She teased. "And it's not an entire carton, it's a little splash."
"I'm surprised you're even tolerating New York coffee." Callie teased.
"I was too alarmed by the lack of anything that makes coffee good." Arizona scoffed through a laugh.
Callie smiled at Arizona, enjoying the warm bitterness dancing on her lips, with a hint of sweetness from Arizona's drink. A beautiful mix.
"Have a good meeting," Callie smiled. "I'll see you later."
The interaction was brief. Callie showed up and disappeared leaving only the ghost of her lips on the rim of Arizona's coffee cup. She felt as if a gust of wind had almost knocked her over and she was just getting her bearings back.
You could say Arizona is a control freak. She liked being in control, she trusted herself, she knew herself. When she loses control, when she loses herself, everything falls to pieces. And if everything was falling to pieces, someone had brought a jackhammer to the meeting.
As they broke the news to her, she nursed her coffee heavily. Nothing in this moment could soothe her like the faint taste of Callie's lips on the edge of Arizona's coffee cup. The milk balanced the coffee out nicely, but wouldn't taste the same if it hadn't been for Callie. She tuned out the noise, her vision went blurry, and she tried to focus on the warm substance in front of her, something tangible to keep her mind occupied.
Callie let her have her control to an extent. Callie tested her. God, did she test her sometimes. But in this moment, Callie wasn't challenging her, she was bringing her peace.
She sighed heavily, letting her chest rise and fall greatly once she made it outside the conference room and to a private area of the hallway. She threw her head back, this just had to happen, didn't it?
She rolled her head back and forth and shook out her shoulders. Her stomach dropped. Shit. Absolute shit.
If she didn't have this, if she didn't have this clinic– something to excite her and to be in charge of, what was she doing here? What part of New York would be hers?
She let herself sulk in the hallway for a good ten minutes before she needed to head down to the OR. At least the OR is quiet. She could think and process.
She could try to brainstorm solutions, and that would be her usual MO, but right now, she just wanted to wallow in her disappointment. Part of her was relieved she had an outlet to funnel all of the negative emotions she had been building up for years.
She finally sucked it up and went to the elevator. She sighed as the doors closed, letting her head fall forward.
"Hey!" Callie smiled at Arizona as she caught the closing door of the elevator with her arm and stepped inside. "I'm glad I caught you." She slid herself next to Arizona who refused to look up at her.
Arizona sighed and threw her head back. She did not want to have to deal with Callie right now. Either she would break down in front of her and straight-up embarrass herself or Callie would interject herself into the situation like always and try to fix it for her. And honestly, Arizona wasn't sure if she wanted this to be fixed.
"How was your meeting?" Callie asked hopefully, partially oblivious to Arizona's mood. The doors shut in the elevator.
"Uh," Arizona pouted. "Great." She said sarcastically, still not looking up at her ex-wife.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Callie noticed.
"I'm going into surgery soon." Arizona ignored her pointed question. Her eyes were locked on the little screen and watched as the numbers passed by.
Arizona sighed louder with a closed mouth. She shook her head, why couldn't Callie leave her alone for a moment? She needed to process this loss before processing Callie as well.
Callie was standing so close to her, their shoulders were almost touching.
"Arizona, talk to me." she pleaded softly.
"Apparently there was something wrong with the worksite." Arizona squeezed her eyes shut. She shook her head softly back and forth, biting her lip from snapping immediately at whatever Callie has to say.
"What's wrong with it? Maybe we can fix it."
"Callie…" Arizona warned.
"We can figure it out, Arizona, maybe–"
"Yeah, how hard can it be to find a chunk of land in Manhattan?" She scoffed. She turned to face Callie, slouching against the elevator wall.
Callie was left with her mouth open and her eyebrows scrunched.
Here in the elevator, she felt so trapped. Confined in a ten by ten box with nothing but her disappointment and her ex-wife with pleading, a list of questions, and a plucky persistence.
"What about–"
"No, Callie!" She scolded reactively. "It's over, it's done."
Callie pouted in surprise of Arizona's reaction.
"I have surgery, I have to go." Arizona said coldly.
"Wait, Arizona. I have a thing tonight." Callie presented awkwardly. "Will you come over to watch Sofia?"
"Of course." Arizona nodded, sighing loudly, trying not to feel slighted by inferring Arizona only "watches" Sofia and not raises. She put on a tight lipped smile.
Arizona sighed softly under the ding of the elevator. "Bye, Callie." Arizona forced out. She knew it wasn't Callie's fault but God, it was so tempting to just blame it on her.
Callie knew to avoid Arizona's surgery. This was a gallery she was not welcome in, clearly, based off of Arizona's reaction in the elevator. But, something inside her just wanted to see Arizona again. Since the blond hastily left her behind in the elevator, she had this need to check on her again and make sure she was okay. Some residual need to take care of her.
She told herself to stop as she stood outside the gallery door. This was not a good idea. She scolded herself. She knew Arizona was okay, she was strong and independent enough, but she needed to see it herself. She needed to reassure her that Arizona was okay, she needed to see her strength. If she wouldn't be able to be there for her in the way she once was, she would at least need to see she wasn't needed. Maybe that would help ease the pain.
Despite her best judgements, she snuck her way into the back of Arizona's gallery, hid behind several bodies. She just need a peak at the blonde to make sure she was okay, but couldn't be too close.
Arizona was back in her own scrub cap. A familiar sight that had been so long since she appreciated.
Frosty blue eyes looked up into the gallery. It was as if she could sense Callie's presence and like a honing missile, knew exactly where she was. Callie squeezed her eyes shut to protect herself for the icely glare she expected to be shot her way.
"Dr. Robbins?" A stray voice called to get her attention.
Callie opened her eyes and Arizona's gaze was still locked on hers. Her eyes were softened, they got bluer than she's seen them under her pink scrub cab. It was Arizona. A tiny glimpse into the Arizona she knew. Callie sighed.
Arizona shook her head quickly to regain focus, ripping her eyes off of Callie's. She stuck her hand out. "Forceps."
Callie sighed, she relaxed. Arizona was hurting and confused, but she was okay. Callie smiled softly. That was all she needed today, was to know she was okay.
She stared at each drop as it fell from the faucet.
"Where are you even going? You've got a hot date?" Arizona teased. She tried to tease out the insecurity in her voice, but she couldn't help but ask.
Callie chuckled, finicking with her jacket in the mirror. "Yep."
Arizona smiled a bit too much, trying to overcompensate for the small irk that caused in her throat.
Damn, Callie looked good tonight. She shook herself realizing her eyes fell onto Callies cleavage so she tried to nonchalantly look over at the faucet. Get it together, Arizona.
"Your faucet's leaking." Arizona added.
"Hmm?" Callie squinted her eyes from the bench where she slipped shiny black heels over her feet.
Arizona pointed at the dripping sink in front of her.
"Oh." Callie frowned, going over and messing with the handles, turning them on and off and after each time there still were a few drops leaking from the spout.
"How did you even notice?"
"Notice what?" Sofia perked up from next to Callie.
"Can you even see over the counter short-stuff?" Callie teased, leaning over and tickingly her sides.
"Yes, I can!" Sofia giggled.
"I don't know, it's just dripping." Arizona said matter-of-factly trying her best to keep her eyes off of Callie's cleavage or her legs that were deliciously shown off in her skin tight dress.
"That's weird, I don't know I'll keep an eye on it. I've got to go." Callie said quickly.
She shuffled around the island, leaning over to give Sofia a kiss on the forehead.
"Bye, sweetie." She smiled at her daughter, before she picked up her purse and made her way out the door.
"Why do you care about the sink dripping?" Sofia asked her mom with a contorted face.
Arizona opened her mouth and closed it again when no words came out. "Uh, I don't know." She shrugged.
Sofia sensed something was off in her mom. Her body language was stiff and her eyes looked weird.
"Do you need some cuddle time?" Sofia asked hesitantly. She saw the sadness in her mother's eyes. They were just an extra blue and the whites of her eyes were reddened. She knew something was off in her mother.
Arizona smiled down at her daughter. "I would love that, my sweet girl."
Sofia skipped over to the couch with Arizona laughing as she followed behind. "Can we watch a movie, too?"
"I would expect no less." Arizona smiled largely, she leaned over and pressed a delicate kiss to the top of Arizona's head.
Sofia grabbed the remote and sorted through the selection on screen until finding something that caught her attention.
Arizona lied down on the couch and Sofia crawled on top of her, resting her head on Arizona's chest. She shifted side to side to snuggle herself in further. Arizona wrapped her arms around her little girl.
Arizona was not a woman to stand on the sidelines. She made it through med school at the top of her class and she is a world class surgeon, she knows anatomy, she can figure out plumbing. Once Sofia had gone down for the night, it was time for Arizona's next task, fixing the sink. Because that was totally something she was capable of.
A hefty glass of wine and a stubborn attitude would take her far.
She scrolled through random plumbing forums she found online, scowling at all the suggestions she saw in front of her. "'May be indicative of a loose or damage seat washer…'" She mindlessly mumbled. "What the hell is 'seat washer'?"
God, that is too many steps. She thought. She can perform surgery, she could mess around and stop the irritatingly leaky faucet. For sure. She thought. But what the hell is a washer or gasket?
First step, according to Lowe's, determine which side is leaking. This meant pulling everything out from under the cabinet, but apparently Callie kept everything she owned under that sink. She found Callie's junk drawer or rather junk cabinet. The floor of the kitchen became a landmine of cleaning products and miscellaneous kitchen supplies, but that was a problem for a later time. Arizona crawled to the back of the cabinet and finicked with one of the knobs. She carefully backed herself out. Still leaking.
There were so many steps left. She crawled back under, turning off both lines. She whipped out some tools that Callie so conveniently stored under the sink and began to twiddle with the handles and faucet.
Arizona tactlessly tried to unscrew the handles, her hands always slipping off before she grabbed a wrench, because supposedly thats what wrenches are for.
Arizona plopped herself down on the ground, taking a large gulp of her white wine. She whipped away sweat from her forehead.
She tried again. Pull apart the faucet and pulling out random parts of the appliance she had no idea existed within a sink. Next, she tried at the handles once more, pulling out more random parts that she had no idea did what.
One more gulp of wine. She sighed, panting heavier than she expected too. Each time she tried to pry a part from the sink or use a tool, she was met with so much resistance and friction she was working up quite a sweat.
All the while, Arizona could help but think of what Callie was doing right now and where she was. At a bar with some guy trying to hit on her. Callie flirting with other people, the imagine drove her insane. Maybe she needed to set the tools down for a while.
Arizona tried to piece everything back together, but nothing seemed to fit. She had no idea what anything was, and the only thing her mind was on was freaking Callie out on a date.
Shit, it was still dripping. She tilted her head to the side. Was it dripping more than before? Arizona let out a frustrated laugh, of course it was, because this is how today was going.
She needed to vent, she needed to get her thoughts out, and in New York she had no one she could truly vent to. Callie was the person she was venting about, and Sofia was her child. She needed an adult friend to ramble and moan to.
"Teddy!" Arizona said cheerly once she picked up the phone.
"Hi, Arizona, how is it going?" She said plainly, trying to suss out the emotion Arizona was portraying through the phone.
"Great, everything's great!" Arizona gestured with her arms before sipping again on her tasty white wine.
"Arizona, I can hear your pout through the phone." Teddy said plainly.
Arizona's mouth fell open and her eyebrows furrowed. "I am not pouting!" She said unbelievably, she swirled her hefty glass of wine in her hand, creating a vortex to satisfy idle hands.
"Mhmm." Teddy snarked. They sat in silence for a second, before Teddy accused, "What did you do this time?"
"Uh- I," she stuttered, "I didn't do anything." She walked over with her glass and plopped down onto the couch.
"So what–"
"Callie's on a date right now." She spit out quickly.
Teddy laughed. "And?"
"And she's on a date." Arizona paced across her hotel room.
"Single adults tend to go on those." Teddy teased.
"And I broke her kitchen sink." Arizona groaned.
"Arizona, what the hell?!" Teddy exclaimed.
Arizona bit her lip and just indulged in a languid sip once more. "My clinic is crumbling under my feet, Callie's on date, and I'm in a fist fight with a kitchen sink."
"You know this isn't your place to be worrying about this." She scolded.
"I'm not worried, I'm annoyed." She said after a second. She rolled her eyes.
Teddy was quiet for a second.
"Teddy?" Arizona asked nervously.
"I'm here." She sighed. "Did you really break her sink?" She asked suspiciously.
"Teddy!" Arizona scolded.
"Well, did you?"
"Maybe a little." She admitted. She stood up and made her way back to the kitchen island. "I was trying to fix it." She said earnestly, fidgeting with the leaking faucet once more.
"Arizona." She scolded. "God, Arizona, are you at her apartment right now?" Teddy asked.
Arizona's silence spoke volumes.
"Oh, my god, Arizona." She scolded.
"Sofia's here." Arizona said plainly.
"Why aren't you just at your place? Aren't you all set up there?"
Arizona bit her lip. "Yeah, I guess." She reluctantly sighed, honestly not really caring. "Sofia's here, so I'm here."
"At Callie's place."
"I can take care of myself." She retorted. "Although plumbing is not yet conquered." Arizona groaned. She tilted her head to the side and watched the drops come faster than they did before.
"Sure." Teddy sang. "That's why you're at your ex-wife's house playing babysitter instead of being home with your daughter."
Arizona scoffed loudly. "Teddy." She warned before taking a large gulp of her wine.
"Arizona, I get it, I know you." She shot.
She bit her lip a little too hard.
"Well, what's going on in your life?"
"Uh," Teddy groaned. "Let's not talk about me, let's talk about you!" She said.
"Anyway, Grey Sloan is looking like a pretty appealing place to be right now."
"I'm not so sure about that." Teddy groaned.
"Teddy, what are you not telling me?" Arizona smiled mischievously, honestly just grateful she could shift the attention off of her.
"Arizona, I will tell you when I'm ready." She sighed.
"Alright…" Arizona sang.
"What the hell is going on with your clinic?" Teddy said just now remembering what she had said to her earlier.
"Honestly, once they said something was wrong I couldn't hear anything." She said sadly. She swirled her glass once more, trying to keep her mind occupied. "Callie was trying to be nice, but–"
"Why won't you just let her?"
"Come on, Teddy…"
"Yeah, yeah, I know," Teddy rolled her eyes, "She's offering, she's there, let her."
"We'll see." Arizona lied, she just needed to stop talking about Callie, but everything seemed to revolve around her. "All I know is the timeline got pushed possibly over six months out and we now need to find a new space in New York City with the capabilities of a medical clinic."
"Great." Teddy added.
"Yeah, exactly." Arizona groaned. She sat down on one of the island stools and let her head fall backwards. "Teddy, I just don't know what to do at this point."
Teddy just created space for Arizona to talk.
"I broke her sink and who knows what is going on with my career, and all the while Callie won't stop trying to help." She rambled.
"Try to let her back into your life. It doesn't have to mean anything, but it's nice to have someone in your corner, she wants to be there for you, let her." She instructed.
"Boo." Arizona whined. "I'm out of wine." She groaned, allowing the pitch to bend heavily in her mouth. Although she was grateful she could focus on the wine and not Teddy's suggestion.
"Go to bed, Arizona."
"Who cares!" Arizona threw her hands up in the air and smiled mischievously, completely ignoring Teddy at this point. "I'll just drink her fancy red wine."
Arizona bopped her way into the kitchen and pulled out the fanciest of red wines Callie had.
She popped the cork and brought the spout right to her lips, taking a swig straight from the bottle.
"Yuck." She groaned when the tannic wine hit her tongue, she swore she could already feel the heartburn at the bottom of her chest.
"What is going on?"
"Callie's wine is horrible." Arizona sang. She took another gulp of the bitter wine. "This has to be a fancy brand, I can't read any of the words." Arizona slurred, examining the bottle in her shaking hands.
"You were already drinking Callie's wine."
"That was my Callie wine." Arizona moseyed her way back over to the couch, bottle in hand this time.
"Right so this is the forbidden Callie's Callie wine." Teddy played along as if it all made sense. In truth, Teddy was grateful for the distraction, it was much easier managing and making fun of her friend than sorting through her own stuff.
"This is not good."
"Then stop drinking it."
"Hmm, I don't think so." Arizona whined. She sat down until she fell flat on her butt onto the floor.
"I got to go, be good, Arizona." She groaned.
"When am I not?" She exclaimed, holding up the bottle of wine as if to make a toast. "Bye, Teddy, tomorrow night you tell me all of your secrets."
"We'll see about that." She said smugly. "Bye, Arizona."
Damn. The carpet was so soft. It must've been such an expensive carpet. Arizona couldn't help but run her hands over it.
With a small gurgling noise, Arizona accidentally knocked over the bottle.
"Shit!" Arizona yelped, trying to pick up the bottle, but it had already left a decent sized stain on the presumably exorbitantly expensive rug.
She spent so long trying to clean it up and pat it dry until she wore herself out trying to fix everything.
"Arizona?" Callie asked alarmed, trying to keep her voice down.
Arizona sat up on the choice and just watched as Callie set her bag down and stand awkwardly by the door, waiting for one of them to make a move.
"Hey." Arizona said softly, the warm feeling she had from the alcohol really made itself known. The wine was making Callie look like a really good idea. Her cleavage was so beautifully displayed by the tantalizingly deep plunging neckline. Arizona mindlessly licked her lips ever so slightly, imaging what Callie's skin would taste like right now.
"You're still up?"
Arizona shook herself back to reality. "Yeah, I mean, what if you didn't come home 'cause some stray dude wanted to feel you up?" Arizona rambled, shivering at the idea.
"To feel me up?" Callie repeated slowly.
"Or whatever." Arizona looked around the room with just fake aloof. She twitched her eyebrow.
"I was with a friend." Callie said, the corner of her mouth curling upward, her eyes narrowing on Arizona's fluster.
"A friend?" Arizona whispered. Her expression dropped.
"Yes." Callie laughed. "The new ortho fellow."
"Oh." Arizona sighed. She puckered her lips together.
Callie squinted amused. She enjoyed the twinge of jealousy she saw in Arizona's eyes a bit too much. She enjoyed seeing how Arizona's pouted and talked faster than normal. She had to admit, she loved flustered Arizona.
"I thought you were on a date." Arizona shrugged.
Callie just nodded as she slowly approached Arizona, her eyes not leaving the little stiffness in her face and the small scowl in her brow.
"I wasn't, I was just with a friend." Callie shook her head, smiling softly at Arizona. She enjoyed how Arizona's lips puckered themselves into a pout and how she could see the gears turning in Arizona's head behind her eyes. A decently sized part of her loved seeing flustered Arizona scramble for a reason to explain herself.
Callie squinted her eyes once a red mark on her cream carpet struck her.
"What's that on the floor?" Callie asked hesitantly.
"Oh." Arizona tucked her tail, she gained a sudden boost of confidence, what did it really matter to her? "I maybe sp'lled some wine on your carpet." She slurred. She nodded from the couch.
"Are you drunk?" Callie asked with a furrowed brow. The stain was red, Arizona doesn't like red wine.
"What? No!" She exclaimed, before a small smile barely crept onto her face, and she giggled at herself.
"You're drunk." Callie rolled her eyes. From her red wine.
Arizona scoffed to which Callie gave her the look, tilting her head forward toward Arizona in disbelief.
"Tispy." Arizona corrected with a weird hiss as her lips got stuck on the sss sound. She pointed aimlessly with her hand.
Callie sighed. "Really?"
"What?" Arizona scrunched her face, trying to hold in a laugh. She folded her legs under herself on the couch.
"You're here getting drunk alone in my apartment with our daughter asleep upstairs?" Callie rubbed at her forehead.
"I waited until she went to bed." Arizona defended, folding her arms stiffly over her chest.
"Arizona…" Callie groaned. Her eyes were wider than Arizona had seen in a long time. She couldn't help but feel remorseful, by that look from Callie, she knew she really, thoroughly messed up.
Arizona opened her mouth with no plan to speak. She hoped she would just know what to say, but nothing came.
"Well your sink is still broken." Arizona shrugged, motioning over to the kitchen.
"What does the sink have to do with anything?" Callie exclaimed with a laugh.
"It's just, it's uh–," she stuttered, "it's still broken."
"Okay?" Callie scrunched her brow. It was at that moment when she looked down at Callie's bright and supple lips. She forced her eyes shut. It was probably just the alcohol in her system but she couldn't help but wonder how easy it would be to just reach out and taste those soft lips again.
"I tried to fix it." Arizona nodded. Her eyes fixated over each surface of Callie's supple lips. "Uh, I," she stumbled as each thought faded away from her mind. "I had the whole wrench out and everything."
"You broke my sink more?" Callie clarified.
"I thought I fixed it!" Arizona said excitedly. Her blue eyes lit up and met Callie's brown once more. She felt herself almost getting dizzy in the beautifully memorizing mosaic of her irises.
"Of course you did." Callie said under her breath.
"Excuse me?" Arizona caught, but wasn't quite aware enough to register completely. Arizona stood up quickly. Her brow only furrowed about halfway with just as much confusion as disgust.
"Nothing." Callie brushed away. She walked over to put her purse down and Arizona followed awkwardly closely. "Arizona, I–" she rubbed her forehead. "I have no idea what you were doing here."
Arizona's eyes widened once Callie turned around and they were face to face. "I was trying to fix your sink."
"And how'd that work out for you?" Callies mouth curled up in the smallest smirk.
"Well, clearly, not very well." Arizona said seriously, her forehead furrowed as she searched for her answer in her muddied thoughts. Something fluttered in her chest.
Callie chuckled.
"I don't know how you drink that stuff." Arizona shrugged.
Callie was too taken back to form words. What was she supposed to say about her ex wife drinking all of her red wine while she was out?
Arizona turned around until they were practically side by side and as if she was making her way to drive herself home. The red wine still stained her lips, making it so tempting to think of her lips as Callie's instead. Eyes off of her lips, right now.
Oh, God. Closer was worse. She could smell the perfume Callie was wearing and the sweet smell of her same shampoo.
"Mm, you smell good." Arizona whispered. She covered her mouth quickly with her hand, she had not meant to say that out loud.
Arizona bit her lips until she felt an ounce of pain. It was something about the way Callie was looking at her– so deeply, so intensely. She figured she made most of it up in her mind anyway but she wasn't mad about it. Something about Callie being frustrated with her made her excited underneath the disappointment. Frustrated Callie was hot and often more dominant which always seemed to surprise Arizona even after she would spend hours and days egging it on until Callie couldn't take it anymore.
There was something so enticing about a pent up Callie. Alas, she shrugged and tried to walk past her and to the door.
"You're not driving home like this." Callie asserted.
Arizona scrunched her eyebrows at her, clearly not in a wise or sober state.
It was until Callie grabbed Arizona's forearm as an attempt to prevent her from leaving that she felt on top of the world. When Callie touched her, when she felt her strong hands around her forearm, she was brought back to reality just a little bit.
"You're not driving right now, Arizona." Callie scolded.
Arizona's eyes refused to look up at Callie's. She pouted.
"Are you serious?" Callie challenged Arizona's pout.
Her pout softened. Callie was so close her.
"Go to bed, Arizona." Callie said stiffly. Arizona swore she could see a small smile on her face as Callie turned to walk always.
"I don't live here, though." Arizona whined.
"God, Arizona." Callie groaned. "I'm too tired for this. I haven't changed the sheets since the last time you stayed. It's yours." She said plainly, rubbing at her own forehead.
Arizona bit her lip as Callie walked toward the stairs, it wasn't until Callie turned to go up the stairs and would've seen her staring that she retreated into the guest room.
Arizona sat on her bed with her arm firmly crossed over her chest as she firmly pressed her lips together. She scolded herself for the mere thoughts she was thinking. God, she was so done for.
