Gemotions

“You… you were my first crush,” he blurted out, instantly regretting the words. Michael had prepared a carefully crafted, mature conversation, aiming to reestablish a connection that had faded with time and distance. But in the face of Liam's blank stare, the rehearsed lines evaporated. He wanted the earth to swallow him whole.

He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, suddenly intensely interested in the intricate design of the restaurant's tablecloth. His hands felt clumsy, his cheeks burning. He forced a chuckle, attempting to cover the awkwardness. He knew he was failing.