The sex grew more and more frequent over the following weeks, and they still didn't talk. Arizona wouldn't allow it.

If Callie tried beforehand, mid make out, Arizona would growl something along the lines of Callie, I swear to god if you don't shut the fuck up I'm leaving. If she tried after, in those fleeting few minutes where they collapsed in each other's arms, completely wrecked, Arizona would slide out of bed and start redressing and make up some pitiful excuse about tiny humans needing her.

It was driving Callie crazy. The sex was insane, the best she had ever had in her life, but Arizona was so closed off in every other way. It was so frustrating, she was so obstinate, and it was an excellent reminder of exactly why Callie should try to care a little less about getting to know her. At the end of the day, she still got on her nerves more than anyone else she had ever met.

She got on her nerves and she set them on fire. Callie's central nervous system was shot, neurons triggered into frenzied action anytime Arizona touched her, even looked at her. Anytime they had to breathe the same air. It would always end the same way: in an uncomfortable on-call bed, scrubs halfway discarded on the floor, bodies twisted up into an assortment of precarious positions.

And that was how they had landed now. Callie had her head dipped low to keep from hitting the bunk above her, fists gripping the metal frame of the bed to keep herself balanced as she hovered over Arizona. Her knees sank into the mattress on either side of Arizona's head as the blonde ate her out, Callie's lips parted as pitchy moans tore through her.

Arizona's fingers dug into Callie's hips, keeping her steady as she devoured her selfishly. Indulgently. She consumed her relentlessly until she was coming against her tongue, letting her ride it out completely, drinking in the obscene noises she made and feeling drunk off of them. She pulled back the smallest bit, letting her teeth drag across the bruise on her inner thigh that she had left only the day before, then finally released her grasp on the woman above her so that Callie could collapse in bed beside her.

Arizona opened her mouth and stretched her jaw, loosening the slightly sore muscles, then rolled on her side to look at Callie with a smirk, propping her head up with her hand. "You taste so fucking good."

Callie laughed breathlessly, releasing the only fragment of air that remained in her lungs. "Oh?"

"God. So good."

"Can I taste?"

Arizona grinned and leaned in to kiss her, lips parting so that Callie could fully taste herself, and she decided then and there that this was the most inimitable woman on earth. She couldn't imagine wanting anyone more. She melted into the kiss, pressing their bodies close together, and was briefly considering initiating another round when the audible growl of her stomach permeated the room.

Callie pulled back with a laugh. "These little lunch meetings are fun and all, but you still have to eat, y'know."

"I'd argue that I did just eat."

"Food, Arizona," Callie rolled her eyes. "You can't just neglect food to have sex with me."

"Sure I can," Arizona giggled and rolled her eyes right back. Always so defiant. "I got a snack from the vending machine, I'm fine." She stretched off the side of the bed for her scrub pants, digging in her pockets until she found a small bag of sour gummy worms. She held them up for Callie to see, as if she had just solved all of the world's problems, then settled back into bed beside her and popped one in her mouth.

"If you think that constitutes a meal I am very concerned about how you earned a medical license."

"And yet you want one sooo bad."

"Do not."

"I can see it in your eyes."

Said eyes narrowed in playful challenge. But then Callie folded, because they really did look good, and she held her mouth open for a bite.

Arizona giggled and obliged, popping a worm into her waiting mouth. "I'm always right."

"Guessing that someone wants candy when you're dangling candy in front of them is a pretty safe bet," Callie grumbled as she chewed. "Don't get a big head about it. I wouldn't quit your job and move to Vegas."

"I'd make a pretty hot card shark though."

"Hot and so very, very humble."

Arizona ate another piece of candy. "You're enchanted by my arrogance."

"Maybe a little bit, yeah."

Callie's answer surprised her. She had been expecting an eye roll, some biting comment under her breath that she had become accustomed to over the past several weeks. But not that. She felt the air shift a bit between them, turning more loaded. She licked sugar off her lips and rolled up her bag of gummy worms and moved to get out of bed, needing space.

Callie felt frustration spark in her chest. She let out a sharp breath. Arizona was like a wild horse—beautiful, truly something to behold, but she spooked easily, and she'd bolt if she wasn't approached with the right amount of caution. Remarkable, impossible to catch, and driven forward by that stubborn temperament.

Callie pushed herself up into a sitting position, watching as Arizona dressed, and her voice came out quiet. "I really want to talk."

"Not talking is kind of a huge part of the deal here," Arizona did a little hop to pull her pants up her legs, quickly retying the strings with deft fingers. "I like how things are now. It's fun and casual and I'm not about to lose my job for almost strangling you anymore. Let's not complicate it."

Callie pressed her lips together. It took all her strength not to snap at her. "If you get to have a rule, I want one too."

Arizona stared at her, appearing to think about it. Then, cautiously, "Depends what it is."

"I want you to tell me something about yourself, one thing, big or small. Every time we have sex."

Arizona looked at her like she was crazy as she processed the proposed compromise. That kind of sounded like her worst nightmare. Her answer came out dry. "I have blonde hair."

"I'm serious, Arizona," and she knew by the tone of Callie's voice that she meant it. "Or this little arrangement is done."

Arizona sighed. She reached for Callie's pants on the floor and tossed them to her, chewing on the inside of her cheek. She was going to regret this. "Fine." She perched herself on the foot of the bed, a safe distance from the brunette as she began to redress herself. "But only if you tell me something too, 'cause otherwise that's not fair."

Callie lifted her hips off the bed as she shimmied her pants on. She sat criss crossed facing Arizona when she was clothed, a perfectly shaped brow rising in surprise at how relatively easily she gave in. "I can agree to that. Deal?"

"Deal." They shook hands on it, and Arizona cleared her throat quietly, feeling like she could crawl out of her own skin. "Um, I played a lot of sports as a kid. I was captain of the softball team and I ran track until the end of college. I set a state record, actually, in high school."

"Ahhh. Explains the competitiveness. What state?"

"I lived in Virginia at the time. I moved around a lot." Blue eyes narrowed. "That felt like more than one thing about me."

"You moved every 18 months. I already knew that much. Military brat." Callie cracked a smile. "Very fitting term for you by the way."

Arizona blinked and tried to hide the surprise on her face. "You remember that?"

"I mean, yeah. I wasn't that drunk the night we met." Callie kind of remembered everything Arizona had ever told her. Even more than that, if she was being honest, from how much time she had spent just observing her. "You moved a lot and that's why you know all the constellations. The stars were your only friends or something. Poor things."

"Shut up," Arizona blushed and gave her a playful shove, feeling vulnerable.

Sensing her discomfort and wanting to keep her from retreating into herself, Callie decided it was probably a smart time to change the subject. "I can play the piano. Well, I think I can. I used to be able to, but it's been a couple of years."

"Really?"

"I was pretty good. I started when I was 6. My parents were big about music."

"Ah. That's why they named you Calliope."

Callie had to ignore the spike in her heart rate at the sound of her full name falling out of those pink lips. She had never liked it so much. "Yeah, and they named my sister Aria."

"Pretty. But I prefer Calliope."

God, she really needed to stop saying her name like that. Callie really didn't appreciate the way it was making her feel. She watched as Arizona slowly relaxed, digging back into her bag of gummy worms to continue eating as they fell into conversation, easy and natural.

Callie liked her new rule.

It was crazy how much could be learned about a person in two weeks when they were forced to reveal a fact about themselves in order to get off. Especially when the sex was happening almost daily.

Most of what Callie learned about Arizona was inconsequential—tiny details that didn't, at the end of the day, reveal too much about her or her history on an intimate level. But they were something, tiny building blocks that made her who she was.

Arizona hated scary movies, and she preferred rewatching The Parent Trap or But I'm a Cheerleader instead of seeing something new. She liked knowing how things ended—sometimes she would even google the endings of movies to spoil herself before she watched them. Which was kind of insane to Callie, who loved the thrill and anticipation and artistry that came with a good film.

Arizona couldn't keep plants alive. Every plant she had ever owned had died, even the low maintenance succulents that were supposed to be idiot-proof. That was also kind of insane to Callie, who had a small collection of plants at her apartment, each one individually named and cared for as if they were her own flesh and blood.

Arizona loved Christmas and was of the firm opinion that November 1st was the perfect day to both decorate and switch the radio station to the holiday channel. Again, the woman was insane. Callie's ribs had hurt from laughing when Arizona had sung All I Want for Christmas is You, terribly and just to annoy her after Callie had admitted how much she hated Christmas music. Smacking her with a pillow had been the only way to shut her up.

Arizona had been valedictorian and class president in high school. She had gone to Yale for undergrad. She had been top of her class at Johns Hopkins during medical school. She had been chief resident. None of that surprised Callie, but it did, she had to admit, impress the hell out of her. Arizona could be intense and an overachiever, but she was undeniably brilliant. And maybe a little bit of that arrogance was well earned.

She hated olives. She loved white wine. She smoked cigarettes when she was stressed. Her favorite ice cream was strawberry. She was a morning person. She liked to run 3 miles before work every day. Insane. Her middle name was Brooke.

She never spoke about her family, which surprised Callie. She knew they were close, knew she called home almost every day. She vaguely remembered Arizona mentioning an older brother when they were in the diner. But Callie never pushed it, because Callie didn't want to talk about her own family either.

They had formed an odd truce, one they weren't allowed to discuss the parameters of. They would talk and laugh and have sex and everything was perfect when it was just the two of them in a tiny on-call room or supply closet. Then they would go separate ways and pretend the other didn't exist for the rest of their shifts.

The weirdest part of it all was that it was actually working. Callie was happy—she was having good sex and making good friends and she loved her job and she was happy. Happy enough to go out with her friends on a Friday night and get drunk and not be all brooding and angsty. She was laughing, dancing, playing darts, talking to strangers. God, she had almost forgotten how good it felt to have fun.

She settled back into her seat between Mark and Addison, a shot in each hand. The man whose ass she had just kicked in darts had bought them for her.

"And that's how it's done ladies," Callie smirked. She passed one shot to Addison, clinking their glasses together and taking them at the same time. She barely cringed at the way it burned, the liquor already in her system acting to dull her senses.

"She's the love of my life," Addison joked, tone lethally serious. "Mark, how could you hide the love of my life from me all this time?"

The two women laughed together and Mark rolled his eyes with affection. A warm, blurry feeling blanketed Callie and she laid her head on Addison's shoulder, feeling truly content for the first time in a long time.

She was so drunk. Drunk and happy.

A familiar laugh sobered her just a bit, and she raised her head to follow the melodic noise. It was Arizona, sandwiched between Alex and Teddy, looking gorgeous. She was always gorgeous. Callie was so buzzed she couldn't feel herself smiling.

But she could see Arizona turning her head, eyes meeting, and she could see Arizona smiling at her too. It was a soft smile, kind, no teeth, but it was enough for one of those dimples to appear. It was enough to make Callie feel something.

That brief moment of silent connection was over as quickly as it started, the blonde turning back to pay attention to her friends.

The acknowledgment did not go unnoticed by Mark. His brows raised. "You two kiss and make up? No wonder work's been so boring lately."

Callie rolled her eyes, trying to keep her demeanor casual. Because it was. It was casual, it wasn't anything. "Kind of, I guess. Not really. But kind of. She's…not so terrible."

Mark snorted out a laugh, obviously amused. "I knew all of that was just weird lesbian foreplay."

"God, shut up. We're…" Callie hesitated. She didn't have a word for it. "Friends? Friendly, I guess."

"Surrrrre. I've never seen you look at Addison like that."

"Hey!" Addison butted in, smacking Mark on the arm. "Callie and I are in love, remember?"

Callie laughed, shaking her head as she took a sip of beer. "It's really not like that with her. It could have been once, maybe, but whatever you told her really fucked me over. Thanks for that, by the way." Callie smacked Mark on his other arm, a little harder than Addison had.

"Ow, fuck, Torres." He looked genuinely confused, rubbing his arm in the spot Callie had just whacked him. "What are you talking about?"

Callie stared at him like he was stupid. "Whatever you told Arizona about me. It really pissed her off. What did you even say to her?" Her brows knitted together. "That was a pretty shitty thing to do to your best friend, y'know. That conversation was private."

"I really don't know what you're talking about here."

Callie was losing some of her patience, growing frustrated with him. His eyes looked so serious, trying to piece together her anger. "She knows all about the shit I said about her after she ditched me that morning. All the names I called her. It really hurt her feelings, apparently. Why would you even tell her any of that? It wasn't your place."

"Torres, I haven't spoken to the woman." Callie kind of looked like she was going to hit him again. Mark guarded his arm just in case. "Except that night I invited her to karaoke, but even that conversation was 20 seconds max. I definitely didn't tell her anything like that."

"That wasn't your place either."

"I was trying to help. You know, get you two in the same room, get alcohol involved. Which seemed like it worked, by the way. All that sexual tension was uncomfortable for everyone in the whole damn hospital. If you're pissed about that, okay, be pissed, but I didn't tell her a thing about you or anything you've ever said to me."

Callie eyed him closely, trying to decide if she believed him. This really didn't seem like the kind of thing Mark would lie about when confronted. For all his flaws, he had always been incredibly honest with her.

Addison watched her friends in silence, sipping her beer, enjoying the front row seat to the hospital gossip.

Brown eyes flickered back to where Arizona sat and Callie tried desperately to piece it together in her head. The alcohol was really not helping. It felt like her brain was short circuiting. "I don't—I don't understand how else she'd know about it unless you told her or she heard it herself."

"Could she have heard it?" Addison asked. She had been caught up on the story of that fateful night and subsequent morning long ago.

"No," Callie answered too quickly, desperate for it to be true. "No. She ditched while I was asleep. She wasn't there."

"And you're sure?"

"Yes," she nodded, but the longer the information sat with her, the less sure she actually was. "…I think."

The entirety of their complicated relationship had been built on the foundation of Arizona being a liar. Untrustworthy. Someone who used her and then bailed, just like every other person that had ever hurt her. Every ounce of resentment had spiraled from that, from something she had believed so deeply to be true.

But what if it wasn't true? What if she had gotten it wrong?

What if Arizona had stayed?

What if Arizona had stayed and Callie had reduced her to nothing but a meaningless whore?

Sure, they had called each other far worse in the two months since that day. Their words had shot to kill, they had pushed buttons, twisted knives in each other's backs. They had been outright viscous at times, but it had always felt justified. It had always felt like self preservation. But Callie was suddenly faced with the unnerving understanding that she had probably started it all. She had started it and she hadn't even known and a feeling that felt a lot like guilt started to settle in her gut.

No wonder Arizona had shut her out so coldly. She had been difficult to pry open even before getting hurt.

And fuck, Callie had hurt her. She suddenly wished she wasn't so drunk.

"Fuck. Fuck, guys. I have to talk to her."

"Um…Do you wanna wait and think on it? Maybe when you're sober?" Addison arched a brow.

"No," Callie was already standing, determined. "No, I can't."

She wasn't so drunk that she couldn't think at least somewhat clearly. Arizona was definitely not the kind of woman you could approach and say we need to talk to without her running for the hills. Callie had to be strategic, or at least as strategic as she could be while inebriated.

She could feel her last few shots starting to sink into her bloodstream and maybe Addison was right, maybe she should wait until she was sober, but her vision narrowed in on Arizona and she was tapping her shoulder before she could really help herself.

Arizona turned to her, a soft, genuine smile on her lips and for once, it didn't melt into something cold and mean at the sight of her. "Calliope, hi," her voice was so pleasant, so sweet, that Callie's own smile was entirely involuntary. Both women missed the knowing glance that Teddy and Alex shared with each other.

"Hi," Callie parroted, her words more slurred than she would have liked. "Do you have a cigarette I could borrow?"

Arizona laughed. "You don't smoke."

"True," Callie chuckled, and Arizona slid off her bar stool to be closer to her. "Do you have lip gloss I could borrow?"

"Your lipstick looks fine," Arizona teased, subconsciously leaning into the taller woman.

"True. Should we mess it up?"

"You're so drunk," Arizona giggled, keeping her voice quiet so her friends couldn't overhear them.

"True," Callie pretended to pout. "So, so drunk. You know anyone that could walk me home?"

A blonde brow arched. "Maybe your roommate?"

"Anyone prettier?"

Arizona's cheeks flushed. She glanced over her shoulder at her friends, considering her options for a moment. "Wait here." She disappeared momentarily to relay a message to them, returning with her coat in her arms. She smiled up at Callie, her dimples appearing for just a moment, and Callie was startled by the overwhelming desire she had to kiss them. "Come on Florida. I'll walk you."

"You recruited the prettiest woman in the whole place?"

Blue eyes rolled as they made their way to the door. "God, stop. You really are drunk "

Callie laughed and they fell into step as they headed toward her apartment. There was really no need for Arizona to walk her and they both knew it—it was quite literally just down the street. But it was an excuse to be close, to spend time with one another alone, and that was the first step in her makeshift plan to talk and force Arizona into listening. "Are you having a good night?"

"I am," Arizona replied. She had her eyes on the ground, stepping over the cracks in the sidewalk. "I'm the designated driver tonight, so I'm staying sober, but it's still fun. I'm trying to find a girl for Alex—like, a real girl that will be serious and good for him. So if you hear of any eligible bachelorettes, send their names my way so I can screen 'em."

"I'm trying to do the same for Mark. Should we just set them up instead?"

Arizona laughed loudly, her eyes rolling a little. "Best of luck with that endeavor. I can't even kind of picture that for Mark."

"I think he might have a thing for… god, what's her name? Meredith's sister?"

"Lexie? No. No no no. You better not let him anywhere near her. He'll break her."

"He's really not so bad once you know him. He told me you were like him with boobs, and you're not so bad."

Arizona's smile fell a little at the comparison. "I wouldn't say that."

"I mean, you do have a girlfriend now, right? So I guess you're a step ahead of him."

"What?" Her brows furrowed a bit. "I definitely don't have a girlfriend, Callie. You think I'd be fucking you every day for weeks if I had a girlfriend?" Her walking slowed to a stop, an unhappy but adorable frown on her face. "God, you really do think I'm a whore."

Callie stopped too, turning to look at her, her face falling at the blonde's words. Jesus, she was doing a really shitty job at this. "No, I didn't mean—that's not what I meant. I just, I heard you talk about her on the phone once, so I just—I'm sorry. That's really not what I meant. I don't think you're a whore."

Arizona's cheeks flushed, her expression impossible for Callie to decipher. She looked almost embarrassed. She swallowed and started walking again, quicker this time, and Callie fell in line behind her. "Whatever you think you heard, you… you misunderstood. Okay?"

"Okay. I'm sorry."

"Why were you eavesdropping anyway?"

"It wasn't on purpose. You just kinda talk loud. I'm sorry."

"Stop apologizing."

"I'm sor—"

"Callie." Arizona shot her a cutting look, and God, Callie internally panicked, they were back to it. The weird simmering tension that lingered between them. But then Arizona was standing in front of her apartment building, and her eyes softened the slightest bit as she looked up at Callie. "Can you make it upstairs?"

"Probably. But I'm gonna lie and say no so that you come up and take care of me."

That finally made Arizona's smile return. It was small, but it was there. "Dork. You're so obsessed with me." She followed Callie inside the lobby and stood beside her as they waited on the elevator, Callie swaying the slightest bit. Arizona watched her nervously, hooking a finger into one of the belt loops of her jeans to keep her upright and steady.

The contact made Callie grin. She wrapped her fingers over Arizona's, tugging on her gently when the elevator doors opened. They hadn't even closed all the way before Callie had her pressed against the wall, mouth on hers, and Arizona kissed her back willingly.

Callie distractedly pressed the button for her floor, then closed her eyes and focused solely on the woman in her hands, her warmth and her taste and her smell, so comforting and disconcerting simultaneously.

"Callie," the blonde tried to pull back, but Callie chased her lips, reconnecting them with even more fervor. She tried again to pull away, but Callie's thigh slid between her legs, and Arizona's words died in her throat and reincarnated as a helpless moan.

The ding of the elevator, the sliding open of its doors, was barely enough to separate them. Arizona wiped at her swollen lips with the back of her hand as they walked towards Callie's apartment, and her voice came out hoarse. "We're not having sex."

Callie pouted, and it was so cute that Arizona had to look away. "Why not?"

"Because," she laughed breathlessly, "you are so drunk and I am so not."

"I'm not drunk," Callie argued, but she missed the keyhole upon her first attempt, leaning her head against the door and giggling in response. "Oops. Okay, maybe a little bit." She got it the second time, pushing the door open with her hip.

It had changed in the two months since Arizona had last been here—the boxes were all unpacked, small touches of Callie scattered across the apartment. Half read books, pages dogeared to keep her place, were stacked on side tables. Her leather coat hung on the hook by the door, combat boots kicked off and left beneath it. House plants lined the window. Cook books were left open on the kitchen counter, as if Callie had been flipping through them the night before in search of one specific recipe. It was a little messy, but not terribly, and Arizona liked how distinctly Callie it felt.

"Go brush your teeth and take your makeup off."

"So bossy."

Arizona narrowed her eyes at her. "Fine. I got you home safe. My work here is done."

"No, wait, I'm going," Callie whined, disappearing into her bathroom.

Arizona bit back a laugh and started to sort through Callie's cabinets until she found the medicine cabinet. She took a glass of water and aspirin to her room, leaving them on her bedside table, and found a pair of pajamas to leave on her bed for her.

She tried as hard as she could not to think about the memories they had made together in that bed. She inhaled sharply and knocked softly on the bathroom door. "I'm gonna head out—" She jumped when the door swung open, and Callie smiled down at her, face bare and beautiful and a toothbrush still in her mouth.

"Wait." She spit into the sink and rinsed her toothbrush off, then joined the blonde in her room. She was drunk enough that she didn't think twice about peeling her clothes off to get in her pajamas, and Arizona's cheeks reddened and she spun around to look at the wall instead of her. It made Callie laugh. "Oh, don't even act like you haven't seen it all before."

"Yeah, when I'm fucking you, and I can't exactly do that right now," Arizona complained, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Yes you can," Callie smirked, sneaking up on her once she was fully dressed for bed. She snaked her arms around her waist from behind, pressing a kiss against her ear, right on the spot that drove Arizona crazy. Her voice was scratchy and quiet. "I'll let you take advantage of me."

Arizona laughed airily and tried to squirm out of her grasp. "You're evil."

Callie pulled her down on the bed and the sound of their laughs mixing together filled the room. "Please."

"Callie. No."

She sighed dramatically and collapsed against her bed, defeated. "Fine. At least tuck me in."

Arizona rolled her eyes but found herself listening, pulling Callie's blankets up over her body. She was hovering over her a bit, a lower lip tucked between her teeth as she concentrated, and Callie was watching her with those beautiful, reverent eyes. "What?"

"Tell me your one thing before you go."

"That's only for when we have sex."

"Yeah, well, you won't give me that. So give me this."

Arizona sighed and rolled her eyes. "Okay, fine. My favorite cake is funfetti."

Callie smiled. "Why doesn't that surprise me?"

"Because I have awesome taste." She smirked, her dimples popping. "Your turn. What's your one thing?"

Callie swallowed, nerves flooding her. Here it was, the culmination of her little plan. She licked her lips and inhaled. "I jump the gun."

Arizona's head fell to the side and she let out a small laugh, taken back by the answer. Before she could ask, Callie explained. "I jump the gun. It's what I do. It's what I've always done, and it's always screwed me over. It might be the worst thing about me. I'm… intense and I make my mind up quickly and I move even quicker."

Arizona sat back on her knees, watching the brunette with a curious expression.

"And I did it with you. I jumped the gun and I misjudged you and I'm sorry, Arizona. I don't think you're vapid or annoying or slutty and I'm sorry you heard that. But I'm more sorry I even said it, or thought it, 'cause it's not true." She was kind of rambling now, the alcohol taking any eloquence she might have had under different circumstances. "I was just hurt that you left."

Arizona swallowed, eyes steeled into an unreadable look. She halfway looked like she was about to bolt, but she didn't. She stayed, staring at Callie in uncomfortable silence for a very long few moments. When she finally spoke, her voice was quiet. "I was getting you coffee."

"Really?"

A nod. "From my favorite coffee place."

"You didn't just leave?"

"No. I didn't just leave."

"Fuck," Callie rubbed at her eyes, tired and getting a headache. "I am so sorry."

"Thank you for apologizing," Arizona tried to smile and it came out a little awkwardly. She wasn't sure where they were supposed to go from here. "I, um… I don't know if I forgive you, and I don't think I trust you, but I do know that I'm really tired of trying so hard to hate you."

"Me too. I don't know how to make things better. But I can stop making them worse. I can do that much, at least. Maybe we could…"

"Maybe we could try to be…friends?"

"Yeah," Callie nodded slowly. "Yeah, I'd like that."

Arizona smiled, a real, genuine thing that lit up her entire face, her eyes twinkling. "I don't want the sex to stop though. It's fun, the whole no strings attached thing, you know?"

"Right," Callie replied.

Wrong. Arizona was nothing but string, a single thread that had strung itself in a straight line up her spine and into her brain. She had already sewn her name across every last thought in her mind.

But Callie was smiling and nodding and agreeing.

She would just have to learn how to keep herself from getting tangled up in string. She could do that. No problem.

How hard could it be?

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