Gemotions

The crisp autumn air nipped at her cheeks as she stood at the bus stop, impatiently bouncing on the balls of her feet. She was texting a friend, relaying a particularly thrilling detail about her evening. "Wish you were here. The anticipation is killing me." She meant to send it to Sarah, but her thumb slipped. It was sent to her dentist, Dr. Peterson.

A jolt ran through her, leaving her feeling weak. She stared at the message bubble, her cheeks flaming. Her pulse quickened. She felt a strange buzzing in her chest. She pictured Dr. Peterson, a man she’d only ever considered as a professional, receiving that message. She quickly put her phone away, but couldn’t stop replaying the message in her mind, the implications hitting her with a force that left her breathless.