Gemotions

She observed him from across the crowded dance floor, a slight tremor in her hands. He hadn't changed much, still with that infuriatingly charming smirk etched on his face. Seeing him here, so casually chatting with the groom's aunt, was…well, it was something.

Her heart did a funny little flutter. She fiddled with the strap of her dress, suddenly hyper-aware of the way the fabric felt against her skin.

He caught her eye, and for a split second, she thought he might actually come over. She was momentarily flustered, her fingers instinctively reaching to smooth her hair. The way the corners of his lips quirked upward, the sparkle in his eyes...it was all remarkably entertaining.