Gemotions

Sunlight streamed through the living room window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. Across the room, Liam was bent over, whispering into his phone in the hallway. I bit the inside of my cheek, suppressing a chuckle. He thought I couldn't hear him, but the acoustics of the old house were perfect for eavesdropping.

He had been behaving oddly all week, suddenly attentive, showering me with unexpected gifts. It was almost too much; a saccharine symphony of subterfuge. I found it utterly charming, the way his eyes darted around like a guilty schoolboy.

Leaning back on the couch, I stretched, feigning nonchalance. The plot was thickening, and I couldn't wait to see how it would unfold.