AUTHOR'S NOTE: Just remember Jax and Quinn are very confused teenagers when reading this, lol. As always, thank you for all the support! Hopefully, the grammar errors aren't atrocious.

I try not to think about

What happened last night outside his house

Too far to go back now

Just wanna feel his hands go down

The greenhouse was his father's anniversary gift for his mother. Gemma Teller got her love of gardening from her father, Nathaniel Maddock. Despite their differences as Gemma grew up, the flower bed was the common ground between father and daughter.

The greenhouse was one of the remaining reminders of his mother's love. After his mom's passing, his grandfather had moved in with him and his father. For Jax, at first, it was weird having his grandfather in the house. His grandfather was a former pastor living in the house where his son-in-law ran an outlaw motorcycle club.

And, like most days, Jax could find his grandfather in the greenhouse or outside in the garden. Jax thought their house could double as a conservatory.

"Not that I don't appreciate spending time with me, but the only time you look at flowers is when you got yourself in trouble."

Jax huffed at his grandfather's words. Trouble was an understatement. Jax had fucked up. He had fucked up majorly.

He had kissed Quinn without thinking of the consequences.

Years of friendship just went down the drain.

He didn't know if he could genuinely blame it on being impulsive.

Jax wasn't sure where the urge to even kiss Quinn came from. It wasn't even as if he looked at Quinn that way. She was his friend - his best friend, if he were being honest. Quinn had always been there with him. She helped him with his homework. She listened to him bitch about the girls he hung out with.

He was with Miriam and happy for the most part. Miriam was a little more high-maintenance than most girls. Yet, she was sweet. Miriam didn't seem to care about him being in the club. She didn't treat him any differently. She just wanted a devoted boyfriend, but here he was, being a shitty one.

"Well?" His grandfather implored.

Jax walked over and grabbed a watering can. Did the plants need to be watered? He didn't know, but his grandfather would tell him if they didn't. The last thing they needed was an overwatered plant and a gnat infestation.

Jax licked his lips. "I kissed Quinn."

He couldn't bear looking at his grandfather. He knew the disappointment would be evident on his face. After all, he knew how much his grandfather and father adored Quinn. She was family to them. They were always quick to gush about her and boast about her achievements.

"Why?"

That was the million-dollar question, wasn't it? Why did he do it? Did he even want to admit his jealousy, knowing she and Opie were doing something behind his back? He didn't like that they had something that didn't involve him.

But even worse, he didn't feel sorry about the kiss.

"Because I am an asshole," Jax stated bluntly, which caused his grandfather to chuckle. He frowned when his grandfather didn't dispute the statement.

His grandfather only shook his head. In times like these, he truly missed his mother. He wondered what she would tell him in this situation. He questioned if she would love Quinn as much as his dad and grandfather did. Would she even like Miriam?

"I was not aware you and Miriam were having trouble?"

Jax's brows furrowed. "We aren't."

His grandpa didn't respond to that answer while he watered his yellow carnations. "You gonna apologize to her?"

Jax placed the watering can down. "What if I am not sorry?"

His grandfather was quiet. "Do you like Quinn?"

Jax stuffed his hands in his pocket. The pathetic thing was that he didn't even know if he did like Quinn that way. Jax just knew things were natural and fitting with her. He just didn't know if it was the years of friendship between them, and he was just blurring lines that didn't need to be blurred.

"I don't think she'll talk to me after this," Jax said, evading the question.

"If you don't know if you like her, I can see why."

"Thanks, Grandpa."

"You're young, and you are bound to make more messes. What you've done hurts not only you but Quinn and Miriam. I am sure Quinn doesn't want to come between you and Miriam."

Jax knew that. Quinn had always been supportive of the relationships he pursued.

"I just…everything has been weird lately. I just need to go for a ride and clear my head."

"Just ensure you are not riding to a pit stop, okay son."

Quinn traced her lips with her fingers for hours. She didn't know whether to be happy or angry about what happened with Jax. However, no matter what, it was her first kiss. Jax was the one to give her her first kiss. A part of her was giddy with excitement from it. The schoolgirl in her preened at this as if she was in some silly young romance novel.

However, the more rational side of her knew that this wasn't something she should be rejoicing about. Jax kissed her, and he had a girlfriend. Jax kissed her, and he was her best friend.

The panic was setting in as she thought about everything. Most importantly, where did they go from this? This wasn't something that could just swept under the rug. But where would they even go from here?

She doesn't know what would be worse, Jax telling her it was a mistake or that he meant it. Quinn grabbed her pillow and clutched it to her chest. Her feelings for Jax were that of a simple crush. The kiss couldn't mean anything other than just the heat of the moment.

Realistically, what would a future with him be outside of the haze of her crush on Jax? The club came before everything in the patch's life. Quinn knew what it meant to not be in the first place. She would have to agree that he would have always been on call with the club. The threat of death and jail always loomed. The other women, and could she handle that? After all, this kiss made her the other woman. Could she have it to judge someone she was just as guilty of? Could she turn a blind eye to something because she believed it to be love?

Quinn moved from the bed, abandoning the comfort of her pillow and mattress. She grimaced at the sight of her in the mirror. Her dirty blonde hair was limp and oily. It didn't have the shine or proper style the way Miriam did. Quinn rarely wore makeup. Her freckles stood out against her pale skin, untouched by artificial rays. She even smiled; the gap in her teeth seemed more prominent on her gaunt features.

She twirled a piece of her dirty hair with her forefinger.

It may be time for a change—new beginnings.

Quinn looked at her reflection. Her damp hair was staining her shirt red. The color was cherry red. It was different. She wasn't sure if it was her. However, she was stuck with this color for at least a month or two.

Quinn applied some primer and mousse to her hair, leaving it to air dry. She made her way downstairs to the kitchen, and she was startled to see her mom. It didn't surprise her to see the martini glass on the counter.

Her mom didn't show any surprise at her new hair color. Her mom painted her lips her version of a cherry red. Her long, wavy brown hair was shiny and full of life. There was no trace of a past of domestic and drug abuse. The only indication was a shaky hand holding a liquor bottle.

Her mom's green eyes moved over her slowly.

"So who's the boy?"

"What?"

Stella smirked. A finger tugged at her dyed locks. "No one goes red just for fun, darlin'."

Her mom didn't wait for a response as she grabbed her glass and left the kitchen.

Jax didn't know why he agreed to go to this party. He wasn't in the mood, and honestly, he didn't get along with most of the people Miriam liked to hang out with. He didn't have much in common with Miriam's peers. All her friends' parents were doctors, lawyers, and aspiring politicians. They still looked down upon him despite knowing that his dad had loose associations with some of them.

Yet, the party was bland and the same. The young biker was frankly tired and hungry. Miriam was off with her friends, and he was starting to feel like a shiny object she liked to flash around. She was the head cheerleader, and he was the bad boy boyfriend. The more he thought about it, the more terribly cliche it all felt.

Jax sighed before he grabbed his cigarettes to head outside. He greedily took in the fresh air, away from the Axe body spray and fruity perfumes. Although maybe it was harder to take in the party considering what happened between him and Quinn.

They have both been avoiding each other. And now Quinn's red hair wasn't hard to miss either. It seemed all week, all people could talk about was her cherry red hair. He heard people calling her "Cherry Bomb." Worse, he listened to the boys in their class talking about her.

Jax knocked his head into the wall at those thoughts. The hair did highlight her natural beauty more than her dirty blonde hair. It made her stand out. Jax took a cigarette out and inhaled practically half of the stick.

What he did wasn't fair to her and Miriam. He made his way to his bike and was grateful that, for once, he hadn't arrived with Miriam. He didn't think as he tossed his cigarette and straddled his bike.

He planned to go for a ride and clear his head. He needed to apologize to Quinn. With Miriam, he didn't know what he wanted to do. He felt telling her the truth would only bring attacks to Quinn. He thought he could just tell Miriam he had kissed another girl. However, with the truth, what did he want from it?

Did he even want to break up with Miriam because there was nothing wrong with their relationship? Of all the girls he messed around with, he liked her the most. She was funny and intelligent. They did have good times outside of sex. She didn't treat him as a white trash biker. His dad and grandpa seemed to like her. Her parents were nice enough to him.

Their relationship was nice.

He was out by the outskirts of downtown when he saw a familiar car in Lumpy's parking lot.

Quinn didn't expect her hair to make so much of a fuss. But it did. She was subject to even more whispers, stares, and not-too-subtle finger-pointing as she made her way to each class. At least she was used to the attention. So, in all honesty, it was a typical day for her. She was more nervous about going to the garage. Luckily, she was off for the weekend and wouldn't have to encounter anyone from the club until Monday.

She and Jax had not spoken since the kiss. There were no calls or texts. It was complete radio silence.

She didn't know if that made her feel better or worse. All she knew was that she hated how Jax consumed every part of her thoughts. She felt sort of pathetic. It was the whole purpose of her escaping her house to head to Basement Transmissions. It was a small coffee shop that held a small stage for bands to play 30-minute sets, or they would show underground movies.

Yet, she couldn't even enjoy that too much. Worse, she thought she would feel more freedom now that she had her license.

Instead, it felt like she did less. She still stayed at home, isolated in her room. She pulled her car into an empty spot at Lumpy's. Sometimes, she wondered why Lumpy's was open so late. It wasn't as if Lumpy's was bustling with diners at midnight. That night, she was grateful for the late hours.

She entered the quiet diner and found her usual table in the back. It was away from prying eyes. Luckily, Missouri was on the graveyard shift.

Missouri knew the regular order of her Orange Fanta, her cheese fries appetizer, and her main meal would be a BBQ bacon cheeseburger.

Missouri had supplied her with the coloring pages they usually supply for the kids while she waited for her order.

There was never a long wait for her usual meal.

She was so engrossed with her food and unicorn coloring page that she missed the person coming into the diner and was startled when a body slid into her booth.

Her eyes widened at the sight of Jax Teller in her booth. It surprised her that her crayon didn't break from her grip. Worse, Jax threw her one of his smiles that she knew he used to disarm women. To her embarrassment, her cheeks went pink.

"You're out late."

Quinn leaned back in her booth. "So are you."

Jax nodded his head and tapped his knuckles against the tabletop. Missouri came over and raised an eyebrow while Jax asked for water with lemon.

Quinn scrunched her nose as Jax dared to swipe one of her fries and dip it into her ranch.

"I like your hair. It suits you."

Quinn twirled the end of her hair. The red looked like a bright flame.

"Thank you. I did it myself," the redhead told him proudly.

"Moonlighting as a hairstylist now."

Quinn shrugged as she stuffed her mouth with another cheese fry. It had never felt awkward around Jax, but now it did. Everything was different.

"Where you coming from?" Jax asked after Missouri placed water for him and asked if he wanted anything.

"The Basement," she told him.

"By yourself?" His tone indicated displeasure if she wasn't.

Quinn's jaw clenched. "You coming back from a run?"

He ran his hands through his hair. "Nah, I was just out for a ride."

Quinn didn't believe him. Jax was rarely alone, but she felt it wasn't her place to ask about Miriam. The young writer wasn't sure of her place in anything anymore. She didn't think she had a place in Charming.

Thankfully, she was near the end of her meal. The table was quiet, and the sizzling of meat provided background music. She didn't leave any leftovers, and she bit her tongue when Jax placed a $20 to cover her meal and Missouri's tip.

He followed her out to her car.

"Your car is nice, though. Suits you." Jax broke the silence.

Quinn crossed her arms as she clutched her keys in her fist. "Tell that to Opie." Her words are bitter and seem to have the same effect as if she slapped him.

"Quinn…"

"What?"

"I'm…I fucked up, okay." He admitted.

She snorted. "Yet, you're not sorry?"

Jax didn't respond, and she knew he wasn't. She moved to open her car door, but it slammed shut. A growl of frustration left her lips. Quinn wanted to ask him what the hell his problem was, but it wouldn't leave her tongue.

Jax invaded her space. She couldn't decipher the look in his eyes. Quinn's stuck between him and her car. She couldn't read him. However, she wasn't sure if she wanted to.

"Goddamnit," Jax growled. He didn't sound angry but defeated. She had no opportunity to question it when Jax took possession of her lips. The kiss was bruising and demanding. It was consuming, and she could barely catch up. She didn't know how to keep up, especially with it only being her second kiss her whole life. Jax gave her a slight reprieve as they needed to fill their lungs with air.

But he quickly dove back in, and then their tongues were dancing together.

Jax didn't know why he kissed Quinn again. He didn't seek her out for that. Jax had the intention of apologizing for putting her in this position. Yet, sitting there in that diner, he didn't know how much he missed Quinn—this week of them not talking killed him. He didn't realize how much he missed their small talk throughout the day.

He missed seeing her smiles in the office. Now, she had that cherry red hair, which he can say she pulled off immaculately. She stood out now amongst her peers.

And, he didn't think when he pressed her against her car and kissed her. He thought of the small intake of breath she took. It gave away her surprise and the content of kissing him. He loved the taste of mint on her lips and how soft and pillowy they were.

He didn't even know how long they were kissing until they jumped apart from a siren going by.

Jax groaned because he fucked things up for himself. He did the opposite of what his grandfather had advised him to do.

Quinn never really thought about sex. She had never looked at the male or female form desirably until now, until Jax. Sure, Quinn found people to be pleasing to the eyes. Yet, it never garnered the warm feeling in her lower belly.

Quinn had overhead Jax, Opie, and most, if not all, of the men at the clubhouse bragging about their sexual escapades. Not once had they ever made her curious or desired anything.

With her fingers to her lips, they still burn from Jax's intimacy. She remembered rushing home and looking in the mirror, seeing how red and swollen they were. She wondered how his lips would feel in other places on her body.

She didn't know what to make of these sudden rushes of emotions the act of kisses brought. It was an intimacy she didn't realize she lacked or even wanted. She didn't know what to make of these feelings. She had no one to talk to.

Jax and Opie were the only two friends she had. She couldn't talk to her mother about this. She was left alone to deal with this wave of things; she didn't know what she wanted. Even thinking about kissing, Jax, and sex made her squirm.

Quinn sighed as she felt stupid being like this over a boy. She buried her head in the book she was trying to read when she felt a hand trailing down her back. It made her jump and release a squeal of shock, quickly covered by a hand coming over her mouth and a familiar voice.

"It's just me," Jax whispered in her ear with a chuckle.

Quinn was sitting in a secluded nook of the public library. She was slightly concerned about how Jax managed to track her down and then sneak up on her. She rewarded him with a slap just for the fright he gave her.

"Why would you do that?"

"Well, hello to you too, darling." He answered, making himself comfortable in the chair beside her seat.

She eyed him warily. They still hadn't talked about the first kiss, and now there was a second one between them. She thought Jax was simply avoiding the conversation. However, he returned to talking to her after their week of silence. He was acting as if nothing was different between them.

Quinn closed her book as she gave him her full attention. "Are you needing something?"

"You're not working Friday, right?"

She rolled her eyes. Jax acted like he didn't work at the same place as her and couldn't ask his father or look at the schedule posted. Even if she was in charge of the schedule, his father still had to sign off.

"No, I have off."

"I want you to come over."

Quinn furrowed her brows. "To your house?"

Jax rolled his eyes. "It's not like you haven't been there before."

Now, he was being a smartass. Quinn didn't know where this was going, but she had butterflies in her stomach as she agreed. "Okay."

Jax gave her a blinding smile and kissed her forehead before leaving the library.

Jax, for some reason, was nervous. He knew it showed, as Opie had been giving him weird looks all day. He was thankful his dad had a run, and his grandpa was on a trip with his church folks.

He had rushed home after school and did a quick cleanup. He was somewhat grateful that his dad had a rigorous military cleaning regime, and there wasn't much for him to tidy up. He still wiped some surfaces to give them a pleasant, lemony smell. It was better than smelling like cigarettes.

He didn't even know why he was freaking out so much, considering that it wasn't as if this was the first time Quinn had ever been to his house or his freaking room. She had seen it in various stages.

Yet, the blonde was also nervous about what would happen with Quinn coming over. He didn't plan it that far. He knew he wanted to hang out with Quinn in a controlled setting without prying eyes.

All he ever intended was to watch a movie and finally address what was going on between them. Besides, he was the one that had a girlfriend.

Ultimately, he decided to light some candles he didn't even know where they came from.

Quinn arrived an hour later. He bit his lip at her simple outfit of jean shorts and a white cropped shirt. The blonde biker had to fight the groan when he realized she wasn't even wearing a bra. He wondered if she did that on purpose. He knew Quinn, though. She was so innocent and pure. She didn't realize the effect she had on people.

He bypassed the living room as he directed her to his bedroom. She didn't say anything but gave him a weary look before she kicked her shoes off and made herself comfortable on his bed.

Quinn was a horror girl, so he put on Halloween. They didn't speak for the first 30 minutes.

Quinn was the one to break the charged and awkward silence. "So, you gonna tell me why you invited me over here?"

"You don't enjoy my company?"

"Jax."

Jax paused the movie and sat up straighter. He couldn't help but give Quinn a once over, especially as he saw her nipples straining against her shirt. She was a temptress for sure, especially now with that red hair.

"You kissed me twice, Jax," she stated after his silence.

"I did," he confirmed.

Her nose scrunched in annoyance. "Why?"

And that was the million-dollar question he didn't even have an answer to himself. He definitely liked Quinn, but he always liked her somehow. But how could he tell her that she and Opie shared something he wasn't privy to filled him with intense jealousy? The thought of her and Opie together filled him with rage he didn't even know he possessed.

"I wanted to know what it felt like."

"And what did it feel like?"

"That I wanted to do it again," Quinn rolled her eyes. She wasn't impressed with the answer.

"Did you like it?" He asked her.

Her eyes went wide, and he didn't need his light on to know she was red from head to toe. "I have nothing to compare it to."

"Shit!" Jax exclaimed. He knew Quinn didn't interact with boys or girls much. Yet, he thought she had kissed somebody under his and Opie's noses. "I'm sorry. I didn't know."

He felt like an asshole, a possessive asshole though. He could tell that Quinn didn't have much experience kissing. He tasted the hesitation, but she kept up with him. She kissed him back eagerly.

"How could you," she sniffed.

"Hey."

She looked up at him, and his hand caressed her cheek. His thumb felt the heat of the remnants of her embarrassment. He was glad she passed on the popcorn as he captured her lips again. He went softer this time. A simple press of the lips as a first kiss should be.

He only intended to leave it at that, but she released the tiniest needy moan from her soft lips. Her arms come up and hook around his neck, bringing him down. It was his time to groan as he felt her nipples brush against his chest.

"I like the noise you make," she whispered against his lips.

"Fuck, Quinn, you can't say shit like that," he groaned. He felt like a fucking virgin, and he was under no illusion that she couldn't feel him hardening in his jeans.

She giggled before she released her hold on him and sunk back onto his pillow. All he wanted was to rip the excuse of a shirt and shorts she had on. He itched to dip his fingers and feel his effect on her.

"You want me to take it off?"

"Quinn, I didn't invite you over here for that." He honestly didn't. He thought he would have some self-control, but apparently, Quinn was a vixen in disguise.

"I want it to be you."

Jax swallowed the lump that formed in his throat. "You just say the word, and I'll stop, okay."

Quinn found it easy to sneak around with Jax - too easy. She thought she would feel more guilty about what they were doing. After all, for all that she knew, Jax was still with sweet Miriam. Miriam was his girlfriend, whom he paraded around in public. She wasn't a dirty little secret like she was. Jax wasn't sneaking around with Miriam at the streams, in his room, or even in her car, parked somewhere secluded.

Jax was open with his affections.

Quinn was the secret. She should be embarrassed and mortified. She was the other woman. She was allowing herself to be. Worse, she found that when Jax was deep inside her she didn't care. Maybe she was a horrible person, as Cillian would tell her constantly.

Maybe she was indeed her mother's daughter.

Quinn sighed as she watched Jax buckle his belt. She had been walking in one of the trails behind her house when Jax ambushed her. He had tackled her to the ground gently, of course, and took her behind a redwood.

"You gonna get dressed?"

Unlike Jax, she undressed fully. She wasn't sure how that happened. It was then she noticed the blemishes on her skin. She had hickeys on her thighs. She felt them on her chest and legs. She could even feel the ache of Jax's fingers on her hips. But she was also aware that she is soft in some places and of her tiny breasts and the gap between her teeth. Her hair was limp and rapidly becoming faded, and Jax found this attractive.

She hastily grabbed her ratty t-shirt and cotton shorts.

"Hey, you okay?"

Quinn nodded her head. Jax didn't need to see her become crippled by her insecurities.

"Don't bullshit me. You're a terrible liar."

"Well, that's comforting."

Jax wrapped his arms around her. Her back was to his front. "Talk to me."

"There are prettier girls than me."

She felt Jax stiffen. "Isn't the saying beauty is in the eye of the beholder?"

"I'm being serious, Jax."

"So am I. Don't worry about other girls."

Quinn thought she could cry. She should be worrying about other girls - precisely one. It made her wonder what Jax told Miriam when he was with her.

When she came over, she had no intention of letting Jax in her pants. He had invited her over for help on an English paper. She should have seen the rouse as English was Jax's most straightforward subject. However, she didn't see anything unusual with the request, as they usually proofread each other's work.

Jax had distracted her very quickly as soon as the door to his room was closed. Now, she was only clad in his t-shirt as she finally was proofreading his paper. However, her eyes were distracted by the poster for MORP & Prom.

MORP was the pre-party for Prom that the kids threw before the prom. She didn't think Jax would be interested in this school-sponsored event.

She was surprised Jax even had the poster. He always scoffed at the events and proclaimed they were a waste of money.

She had always wanted to go. She loved the idea of dressing up and wearing makeup. The opportunity to look beautiful for the night.

She heard the flick of the light and turned to Jax. He was lighting a cigarette. She thought it was a disgusting habit.

He looked at her sheepishly. "I promise I am going to quit."

"Are you going to MORP?" She questioned.

"What?"

She turned sideways and held up the posters. She watched Jax's relaxed posture turn rigid. If there was any positive to sneaking around with Jax, she had learned to read him better. She could decipher every jaw clench and clench of his fist. She also knew her friend was capable of the most beautiful lies.

He feigned nonchalance as he stubbed his cigarette out. The bottled redhead knew what was going to happen next. He would try to distract her with sweet kisses and well-aimed touches.

"So you're thinking about it," she probed as he moved from his bed in front of her. He trapped her between the desk and him.

"It's just a poster," he answered with a kiss on her forehead before he dipped down to her tender throat.

She wasn't going to allow herself to become distracted. "Jax, you don't even carry a bookbag half the time, but you manage to bring a poster into your room."

She pushed him away gently. "Are you going with Miriam?"

"Quinn -"

"What? It's just a simple question. I am well aware of where I stand in the scheme of things here." She's the other woman - his sweetbutt. It is a step up from being a croweater.

"She wants to go."

Quinn nodded her head. If Miriam wanted to go, she knew that meant Jax was going. She wanted to ask what Jax told Miriam about her, but what would be the point of prolonging her misery?

Jax didn't bother asking her if she wanted to go. He didn't bring up any further discussion of MORP or Miriam. She allowed him to continue his trail of kisses. Jax knew her body at this point to garner the reaction he wanted. Her body may be betraying her, but her mind wouldn't.

Her house was quiet. Being home for such a long time and not being hidden in her room was weird. Yet, her stomach betrayed her. She wanted something a little more fulfilling, but a peanut butter and jelly sandwich was easy to make.

It didn't require her to make noise gathering pots, pans, or meat sizzling. Thankfully, her mom kept a stock of paper products, and she wouldn't need to do dishes. Her mom was not here as a buffer, so she didn't want to attract any noise to bring Cillian out of his room.

However, she spoke as soon as she heard footsteps entering the kitchen. She met the bloodshot eyes of her brother. Clearly, he hadn't left his room in days and smelled foul. She deduced he must have been on a drug-induced bender.

"Well, look who has finally graced us with her presence." He stumbled into the kitchen to the fridge. He grabbed a beer and opened it. She barely flinched when he threw the cap at her.

"Pick it up."

Quinn bit her lip as she bent to pick up the bottle cap. It was better to do what he said than provoke and escalate it.

"Well, aren't you a good little whore," he murmured. "Seems the red hair is fitting."

Quinn ignored him as she went to grab her sandwich when he slapped it out of her hands.

"Why would you do that!" She shouted. She immediately regretted it as it gave Cillian an opening to charge at her. Her back slammed against the fridge. Cillian locked her throat in his tight, bruising grip.

"Don't think I haven't noticed you sneaking around. The question is, who have you been sleeping with?" He shouted. His spit flew in her face.

Quinn couldn't breathe. She lashed out, clawing at his wrist, but it made him squeeze tighter.

"Cil…lian, plea–please," she begged.

His grip became tighter, and in her panic, she managed to claw at his face. He released her then. She felt her knees smack onto the floor as she heaved for air.

She didn't wait for him to recover as she ran for her room. She locked the door immediately. She couldn't hear Cillian moving around and thought he might return to his room. It didn't stop her from grabbing her phone and trying to call the one person she needed.