Gemotions

"High school reunion? Seriously?" Jessica scoffed, tossing the invitation onto the coffee table. The thought of it was irritating. All the awkward conversations and forced smiles. But then... there was the memory. A flash of a shared cigarette, a stolen kiss.

She picked up the invitation, her fingers tracing the embossed lettering. The quiet, empty apartment seemed smaller. The thought of that night, with him, was a tangible force.

She grabbed a bottle of water, taking a long, slow drink. She didn’t know why, but she couldn’t stop thinking about him. A strange tingling sensation began in her extremities. It was a potent combination of excitement and trepidation.