Gemotions

The rain hammered against the windows, a rhythmic percussion that mirrored the steady thump of her heart. She’d been rereading the passages all afternoon, the novel he'd hidden away, detailing his perceptions of her. She poured another glass of wine, savoring the richness of the Merlot, the ruby color swirling in the light. The words resonated within her, each sentence a gentle caress. “You know,” she said, her voice husky, when he walked in, “I feel like the luckiest woman in the world.” He looked startled for a moment, and then his face softened.