Gemotions

"Oh, *hell* no." Maya's voice was barely a whisper, but it vibrated with a dangerous intensity. There he was, leaning against the bar, looking effortlessly handsome. The bartender’s attempt to offer her a cocktail fell flat. She waved him away with a dismissive flick of the wrist.

Her hands were shaking. She needed to look away, to break the gaze, but her eyes were glued to him, as if magnetized. She wanted to yell, to shout at him, to demand to know how he dared to show his face.

She felt a tightening in her chest, a suffocating feeling that made it difficult to breathe. She took a step back, her back hitting the wall, the cool plaster doing nothing to soothe her fury.