Gemotions

The rhythmic clicking of the keyboard felt like nails on a chalkboard. Maya wanted to scream. She'd left her journal on the coffee table, a silly mistake, she knew. But seeing it now, casually propped open beside Leo’s laptop, was enough to make her stomach churn. He looked up, a placid expression on his face. “Oh, hey. Just checking some study notes. Didn’t realize it was yours, sorry.” His casualness was infuriating. She stared at him, her hands curling into fists, and the heat rising in her face. The words, "You read my journal?!" were caught in her throat.