Gemotions

A restless energy coursed through Amelia as she watched Mark across the office. He'd just confessed to being a camper at Whispering Pines, a place she'd spent three formative summers. A memory surfaced, a fleeting touch, a stolen glance. Heat blossomed in her core.

She gripped her pen so tightly the plastic creaked. She needed to look away, to break the spell. Her usual calm demeanor was shattered.

"Remember the giant swing?" she asked, her voice cracking slightly. She hated that she sounded so affected. He was a coworker, nothing more.

He grinned, his teeth very white. "Of course. The one that almost killed us all?" The amusement in his eyes was intoxicating. Her thighs tingled. Her breath hitched. She had to get out of the meeting.