Gemotions

He stared at the screen, his jaw clenched. The title: "Ethan's Secret Confessions." The familiar handwriting, his awkward teenage angst, was plastered across the web. His gut churned. He wanted to crawl under a rock. He took a long, slow breath.

He began to read, each entry a fresh wave of embarrassment. He felt a strange tingling sensation, a prickling of his skin that made him shift in his chair. He could feel a tightening in his lower belly, a feeling that surprised him. He shifted again, uncomfortable.

He closed the browser, the sudden darkness a welcome relief. His breathing was rapid. He needed to move, to do something.