Gemotions

The absence of his old pickup truck in the driveway was startling. Michael ran a hand through his hair, his mind racing. Where had it gone? He checked the time. Then, he remembered the way she danced. The way her hand fit perfectly in his.

His face softened. He needed to find a way to make her laugh, to make her feel the way she made him feel.

He'd get the truck sorted later. For now, he imagined her smile. He imagined the way she looked at him. He would do whatever it took to keep that look. He'd walk across fire for her, he thought.