Gemotions

"Fine," Ethan had said, finally throwing his hands up in defeat. "But I'm not cleaning up after it." It was the closest to an admission of defeat he was going to get.

The words still echoed in Maya's ears as she adjusted the thermostat. She felt a surge of energy, a lightness in her step. Soon, the apartment would have a tiny, scaly inhabitant.

Maya had picked out a perfect enclosure, a sleek terrarium with a heat lamp. She'd ordered everything online, meticulously planning every detail. She knew exactly what she was doing. A quiet smile played on her lips as she thought about her new companion.