Gemotions

“Utterly preposterous!” Claire’s voice was sharp, but the words faltered as she read about her first love. She was supposed to be furious. She *was* furious. Yet, the writer's description of the stolen kisses, the summer nights, the yearning gaze of her teenage self, somehow lit a spark of curiosity.

She ran a hand up her neck, her skin tingling. The book felt alive in her hands, a whispered confession. The descriptions of her dreams, her unspoken aspirations, felt both familiar and alien.

The warmth began to spread from her center, turning to a strange, sweet ache. Her legs felt restless as she turned the pages, her heart beating a little too fast, the words on the pages almost singing.