Gemotions

The late afternoon sun painted the garden in warm hues of gold and amber. Leo meticulously pruned the roses, the clippers clicking softly with each snip. The air, still and fragrant, held the promise of a delicious dinner.

He’d recently secured a big client, and the feeling of accomplishment ran through him, a pleasant hum in his chest. A good mood had been building in him, and he loved it.

He heard Alice call from the back door, and he glanced at her, taking note of how beautiful she looked. He smiled back at her, his lips curving into an easy, affectionate gesture.