Gemotions

He stared at the blank page on his laptop, his fingers drumming a frenetic tattoo against the desk. He'd discovered his girlfriend's draft of a novel, and it was *about him*. He'd only managed to read a few chapters before she returned, and now, he had to see how the story concluded. The anticipation was eating him alive. He wanted to read, he wanted to know everything now.

He glanced at the door, expecting her to walk in any moment. He couldn't focus. He rose from his chair and walked across the room, pacing.

The silence was deafening, the only sound the frantic thumping of his own heart. He needed to *know*