Gemotions

The novel, a sprawling epic, was dedicated to “My dearest, Eleanor.” James swallowed hard, his throat suddenly tight. He hadn’t known she was capable of such lyrical descriptions, such intense longing. He found himself devouring the pages, feeling a strange mix of surprise and delight.

The air in the room seemed to crackle with an unseen energy. His heart thumped against his ribs. He felt a sudden surge of physical awareness, a yearning that made his skin prickle. He started to pace, unable to stand still. He was suddenly overwhelmed with the need to *experience* her. He had to have her. He grabbed his coat, heading out the door, and was already planning how to find her.