Gemotions

He stared at his sculpture, a twisted metal figure representing a lover's embrace, now center stage in a prestigious exhibition. Someone, he didn't know who, had taken the piece he’d considered too personal, too vulnerable, and put it on display. His palms became damp, and he felt a tightening in his throat. He crossed his arms, feeling oddly exposed despite the thick wool of his coat. A woman with a knowing smile stopped in front of it, her gaze lingering on the curve of the metal. "Intriguing," she breathed, her voice low. He imagined her hands, tracing the very form he had poured his feelings into. He shifted his weight, suddenly needing to move, to leave, to... what?