Gemotions

From the moment she picked up the bound galley, Chloe could feel a tingling in her fingertips. Her lover, Ben, had always been a wordsmith, but this…this was different. The prose, the way he painted her, was breathtaking. He described the way she moved, the way she spoke, the way she made him feel. She closed the book and ran her fingers through her hair. The way her skin had heated.

She felt a dizzying pressure building behind her eyes. He was in the kitchen, making dinner. She moved through the house with a newfound sense of purpose, her steps lighter than air. The aroma of garlic and spices filled the air, and she found herself drawn to him as if by an invisible thread. She knew she shouldn’t have read it. She knew it was wrong. But her legs had already started moving, and she was already smiling.