Gemotions

Liam slammed the car door a little harder than necessary. He’d driven across town to confront the man, the charming, articulate James who had supposedly fallen for *him*. Now, standing in front of the apartment building, he pictured James’s face and a knot of frustration tightened in his chest.

The air felt thick, heavy, suffocating. He shoved his hands in his pockets, knuckles white against the denim. He was ready to explode.

He found the other man at the door. "Can I help you?" James's voice was smooth, too smooth. Liam wanted to wipe that smug look off his face. "You can explain a few things, yeah, you sure can," Liam spat out, the words laced with acid.