Gemotions

The bustling terminal seemed to amplify the internal hum running through Clara. The missed connection was more than an inconvenience; it was a personal tragedy. She had to be there for the book launch, the first public appearance, and her heart sank with each notification that the flight was pushed back.

She absently unbuttoned the top button of her blouse, a small gesture, but one that offered a fraction of relief. Her skin felt too hot, and her breath came in shallow bursts. The sight of a man stretching in the aisle, his form lean and powerful, sent a peculiar tingle down her arms.

She needed to channel her frustration, but every attempt ended with her heart rate accelerating. She took a deep breath, trying to regain control. The memory of the event and the man she longed to see was a cruel and enticing thought.