Gemotions

He’d always valued anonymity, but now he was the star of his own unauthorized novel. The book was a beautifully crafted portrait of his life, a life he had carefully guarded, and it was filled with rich detail. He found himself captivated by the intimacy of it all.

He sat back in his chair, the room suddenly feeling stifling. He unbuttoned the top of his shirt, then the second. The author’s descriptions of his youthful indiscretions sparked a feeling he could not quite name.

He leaned forward, his elbows on the desk, the words on the page growing increasingly blurry. The air thrummed with a nervous energy, and the skin on his arms rose in goosebumps.