Gemotions

Liam drummed his fingers on the bar, the low thrum of the music a counterpoint to the rapid hammering in his chest. Across the room, bathed in the amber glow of the beer signs, a woman was laughing. He knew that laugh. It was a sound that had become etched into the soundtrack of his dreams. The jeans she was wearing hugged her form, and he couldn't help but notice how her hips moved, even as she was standing still.

He'd been waiting for her for over an hour. The anticipation had a strange effect, amplifying every sense. The smell of stale beer and spilled popcorn, which he usually ignored, now seemed almost intoxicating. He felt a need to move, to be closer. He took a long swallow of his beer, then another, the cold liquid doing little to quench the rising warmth within him.

Finally, she turned, her eyes meeting his. A smile bloomed on her face, and his insides seemed to melt. He knew, at that moment, that he would do anything she asked.