Gemotions

The airport felt suffocating, a pressure cooker of delayed flights and frustrated travelers. Amelia’s fingers toyed with the delicate silver pendant that rested on her chest, tracing the outline of the tiny heart. It was a gift from him, the man she was supposed to be seeing. She glanced at the clock, each passing second a slow torture.

A shiver, unrelated to the air conditioning, ran down her spine. The tight skirt she'd carefully chosen felt restrictive, hindering her movement. She ran her tongue over her lips, a sudden dryness taking hold. She wished the plane would take off.

She caught the eye of the man next to her, a businessman in a crisp suit, and immediately looked away, her cheeks burning. His gaze, brief but intense, had felt… provocative. She needed to get out of here.