Gemotions

"Unbelievable," Leo murmured, staring at the pages spread across the kitchen table. He was reading Maya's manuscript, a thinly veiled novel about their lives. Every detail, every nuance of their relationship was captured within its pages. The good, the bad, the everything.

The descriptions of him were kind, generous, and saw him in a way he rarely saw himself. He felt a flush of heat rise in his cheeks. He never realized he was so interesting. She had written about his dreams, his fears, and his hopes.

He found himself pacing, unable to contain his energy. He needed to tell her. He needed to show her. He needed to… well, he needed to make her breakfast. Pancakes, with a side of bacon. He knew exactly how she liked them.