Gemotions

The accusation was like a dare. Ethan felt his muscles loosen, a feeling like he could effortlessly leap across the room. He let out a soft whoop, a sound of pure glee, echoing in the stuffy office. He rubbed his hands together, a manic energy radiating from his core.

His accuser’s face was a study in disapproval. Ethan barely registered it. He was too busy feeling light and unfettered, a balloon ready to escape its tether. "Oh, this is going to be good," he muttered, his voice barely a whisper.

He pictured the possibilities: the explanations, the defenses, the elaborate stories he could weave. He felt a sudden, irresistible urge to twirl. “Well,” he started, a broad smile stretching across his face, "let's hear what this is all about."