Gemotions

The rain hammered against the windows, a rhythmic counterpoint to the thrumming excitement within her. She'd been patient, of course, giving him ample opportunity to confess. But silence had reigned, a silence she had orchestrated. He always underestimated her.

She hummed as she arranged the dinner table. A small, intimate affair for two. She loved cooking, especially for a captive audience. The floral centerpiece, chosen with care, provided a stark contrast to the storm raging outside and the quiet tension in the air.

He entered the dining room, his face etched with confusion. She smiled sweetly, as she picked up her wine glass.