Gemotions

The low light of the bar cast long shadows, painting the booths in a hazy glow. David had promised they were going to stay, but now, he was outside, talking in hushed tones on the phone. Across the table, Liam felt a heat bloom in his core.

He watched him through the window, the way his head tilted, the way he kept running a hand through his hair. The casual movements felt like a deliberate dance. The music in the bar seemed to pound in time with Liam's heart, a slow, insistent rhythm.

He drained his glass, the cold liquid doing nothing to quench the internal heat. He wanted to go out there, to stop him, to feel him close. "Everything alright?" he shouted over the music, his voice cracking slightly. David turned, startled, his eyes wide.