Gemotions

The crisp autumn air nipped at Olivia's cheeks as she waited on the porch. The leaves swirled around her feet, a kaleidoscope of reds and golds. Inside, she could hear the murmur of the television, and then, a phone ringing.

It was Daniel, clearly. He rarely answered the home phone, preferring his mobile. She strained to hear, but the television muffled the words. But she saw him later, walking to the porch, holding the phone.

The way his brow furrowed, the way he ran a hand through his hair, made her legs feel unsteady. He looked at her, and his eyes held a flicker of something she didn't recognize. She wanted to know. She wanted to follow him and press her body against his.

"Just work," he said, his voice flat. He put the phone away and held his hand on her waist.