Gemotions

The library was quiet, a sanctum of hushed tones and watchful eyes. Liam ran a hand over the spine of *The Picture of Dorian Gray*, the book he'd chosen, on purpose, from the forbidden section. His mother had forbidden him to read it, calling it immoral. He found that thought hilarious.

A small, folded note tumbled out. He quickly tucked it out of sight, feeling a prickle of pleasure in his back. It was his. No one would tell him what to do, what to read.

He imagined the library staff, the librarian, even his mother. They wouldn't know. He would know. The world was his.