Gemotions

The morning sun streamed through the open window, warming Clara's skin. She stretched luxuriously, every muscle singing a song of release. Last night with "Liam" had been… exceptional. She bounced out of bed, humming a tuneless melody, and threw open the closet doors. A bright floral dress, perfect for the farmer's market, seemed to practically leap into her hands. As she walked downstairs, the scent of fresh coffee pulled her towards the kitchen. There, leaning against the counter, was a man she'd never seen before, sipping from her favorite mug. “Morning,” he said, a sheepish look on his face. “I’m… Liam.”