Trying to find the in between

It was an emotion, or perhaps, a feeling that she had never experienced before.
Almost as though her stomach were dropping, but not out of fear or distress.

She was so used to thinking, 'Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over.'

She had experienced the briefest moment of terror, but that was because the situation had echoed those in the past. But unlike the times gone by, it was not tainted.

She had not felt indifferent, nor had she felt bored and tired.

She didn't know what she had felt.

And there it was again.

A pang perhaps.

But not pain.
Not even a dull ache.

It may have even perched on the border of excitement.

Her blood ran hot and cold all at once.
And then it would disappear, just as quickly as it had appeared.

She almost tried to deny that it had even been present, but it would creep up on her again and surprise her just as she had put it out of her mind.

The scent on her skin was not solely her own, and she didn't seem to mind.