Gemotions

David slammed the laptop shut with a loud, decisive snap. The sound reverberated through the quiet apartment. He felt a wave of icy cold wash over him, followed by a surge of heat that made his face flush. Liam. Again. He let out a low, frustrated groan.

He stood and walked to the window, staring out at the rain-swept street below, the bleakness of the weather mirroring his mood. He felt a pressure building behind his eyes.

He had worked tirelessly, he'd poured his heart and soul into the application. Now, this. He clenched his fists, the muscles in his forearms bunching, the image of Liam's smug face burned into his memory.