Gemotions

The chipped mug felt heavy in Clara's hand. Liam sat across from her, a smug grin plastered across his face. It was the same grin he'd worn the day he’d “saved” her from tripping, which was a blatant lie. She remembered the whole thing perfectly: he’d been walking ahead of her, not even noticing. She’d caught herself! He’d only swooped in at the last possible second, and now he was getting all the credit.

“So you’re saying I, specifically, am the reason you didn’t faceplant into the fountain?” Clara asked, her voice tight. The steam from the coffee seemed to be fogging up her glasses.

Liam chuckled, a sound that grated on her nerves. “Come on, Clara. You know you would have been down if I hadn’t reacted as quickly as I did.” He winked. She wanted to throw the mug.