Gemotions

A cold wave washed over him as soon as he heard the words. He found himself fighting to keep his voice controlled. He looked at the woman with a bland expression, refusing to let his feelings show. This was his space, his sanctuary, and she had the audacity to ask for a piece of it! He hadn't bothered to get to know her, and she wanted him to share his things?

His chest felt tight, constricted. He crossed his arms and stared. He clenched his jaw, refusing to speak. The audacity! His perfectly pruned hedges, his freshly laid gravel path, his hard-won peace -- all potentially threatened. He could feel a tremor in his hands, a rising tide of disapproval.

He wanted to scream at her to leave him alone. He would not.