Gemotions

"No, no, no," whispered Liam, staring at the email. His hand instinctively went to his belt buckle. Professor Anya Sharma, his mentor, was taking a research sabbatical… at a rival university. A sharp, stinging sensation bloomed in his cheeks. He felt a sudden, almost electric energy course through his limbs.

He slammed his laptop shut, the sound echoing in the otherwise quiet library. He needed to get out, to *move*. His heart hammered against his ribs. He felt a profound sense of… anticipation? Of urgency? He pulled at the cuffs of his sweater, the fabric suddenly feeling too tight. He had to decide what to do. Immediately.