Gemotions

"That is utter nonsense!" James bellowed, slamming his hand on the table, causing the silverware to jump. He felt a wave of heated frustration surge through him. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing from Alex. The concert, the energy, the feeling of elation after the show – all of it had been carefully cultivated by James. Now Alex was claiming it was *his* idea, *his* meticulous planning that made the night so memorable. James felt his face flush, a prickling heat spreading across his skin. His teeth were clenched so tightly, his jaw ached. He refused to let Alex rewrite their shared past.