Gemotions

The aroma of cinnamon filled the apartment, mingling with the scent of pine from the Christmas tree. Amelia hummed a tuneless melody as she arranged the cheese and crackers, her fingers flying across the countertop. Tonight, Liam was coming home early! She'd spent all afternoon preparing a special dinner, a surprise after his particularly long week. A sudden jolt of electricity surged through her; she clutched the counter, smiling.

He usually called to say he was on his way, but this time, the phone was silent. Her mind raced, picturing him, the way his eyes lit up when he got home. She glanced at the clock again, a fluttery feeling blossoming in her chest.

Then, the front door clicked. Amelia practically bounced to meet him, her cheeks flushed. "Liam!" she greeted, her voice a little higher than usual.