Gemotions

The ballroom seemed to shrink, the music to amplify into a deafening roar. Olivia felt a knot tighten in her chest, a physical manifestation of her increasing unease. There he was, leaning against a pillar, looking impossibly attractive and utterly indifferent. Ethan. God, she hated how easily he still had this effect on her.

She forced herself to take a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. The conversation with her date, Brad, felt like a chore, a performance she was failing miserably. Brad was a perfectly nice man, but she could barely string a coherent sentence together, her eyes constantly drawn to Ethan.

She fumbled with her clutch, her fingers clumsy and awkward. She needed air, and maybe a stiff drink. Or three.