Gemotions

The paper crackled under her fingers, its secrets whispered in the quiet of the apartment. Sarah couldn't believe she'd found it, tucked away in the back of the closet, a list penned in Liam's familiar scrawl. One item, bolded and underlined: *Learn to surf*. Her eyes traced the words, a slow heat blooming in her chest, a tingling that had her shifting on the floor. She imagined him, muscular and tanned, mastering the waves.

A smile played on her lips as she envisioned him in his boardshorts, the sun glinting off his wet skin. She ran a hand through her hair, a sudden urge to feel the weight of him against her. The air seemed thick, the silence amplifying the thrumming in her ears.

She scanned the other items on the list - *Visit the Louvre*, *Learn to cook paella*, *Write a song*. All attainable. But her focus kept returning to the surf. She knew where he kept his wetsuits. She knew exactly the kind of board he'd pick. It made her want him. Right now.