Gemotions

The heat was oppressive, the air thick with humidity. She'd been trying to relax, a glass of iced tea on the porch, when the golden retriever, bless his heart, popped up. His panting was loud.

A wave of heat washed over her, a strange delicious warmth. She licked her lips, her mouth suddenly dry. Her gaze lingered on the dog’s rippling muscles as he bounded.

She set down the iced tea, the condensation cold against her fingers. The blood hummed in her ears, an insistent drumbeat. She needed to move, to *do* something. She felt a pulling sensation, low in her abdomen, like a tide turning.