Gemotions

He slammed the door, a loud crack that barely registered over the pounding in his chest. A primal yell bubbled up from deep within him. He choked it back, instead letting out a shaky laugh. He’d done it. After months of carefully curated profiles and veiled hints, he'd finally gotten her to agree to meet.

He ran a hand through his hair, disheveling it further. Excitement surged, making his vision blur for a moment. He hadn't felt this alive in years. He could practically taste the victory. He started to laugh again, louder this time, his voice echoing through the empty apartment.

He pulled a chair from the kitchen and began to pace. Every step was like a drumbeat. He needed a plan. He had to be cool. He had to be charming. He had to… he stopped pacing, abruptly. He grinned, feeling a strange lightness. He didn’t *have* to do anything but be himself.