Gemotions

The blood rushed to Miles's head. He found himself staring across the dance floor. It was *her*. Olivia, and she was laughing, genuinely laughing, with a man who was most definitely not him. He felt his jaw clench.

He’d avoided this. He’d carefully assessed the guest list, convinced he was safe. He'd even taken the precaution of bringing a date, a woman he barely knew, for protection. This whole affair felt like a deliberate act of sabotage.

He excused himself from the small talk he was engaged in, the words of the conversation now nothing but a meaningless jumble. He needed air. He needed to get away from the sight of her happiness, a happiness he felt robbed of.