Gemotions

The drive back from the concert was silent, the hum of the car engine the only sound. The woman in the passenger seat was quiet, but it was a comfortable quiet. The music from the concert, which had seemed so electric just an hour ago, was now a distant echo, fading in the background.

She kept glancing at him. The way his hand rested on the gear shift, the way the streetlights illuminated his profile. The quiet seemed to amplify her feelings, like turning up the volume on her own internal emotions.

When he pulled the car over, her heart was in her throat. The anticipation was almost unbearable, a delicious tension that tightened every muscle. She knew exactly what he was going to say, what was going to happen next. Her hands felt clammy.