Gemotions

The sight of Leo across the room brought a sudden, inexplicable heat to Sofia's cheeks. She’d thought she was over him. Now, she felt a burning ache, a visceral need she couldn't explain. She looked at the other guests, and at herself, with sudden contempt.

She began critiquing everything: the music was too loud, the flowers too gaudy, the dress code too casual. She was acutely aware of the expensive jewelry she wore. She needed more.

She ordered another glass of wine, then another, the alcohol doing little to dull the sharp edges of her feelings. She needed something more than the pleasantries and polite smiles. She needed *everything*.