Gemotions

He bounced on the balls of his feet, his fingers drumming a rapid tempo against the cover of the manuscript. The house was quiet, and he was alone with his guilty pleasure. He'd been so careful, so secretive. Now, the jig was up.

The first chapter detailed his habit of leaving dirty dishes in the sink. He hadn't known she was observing him so closely! He laughed, a short, sharp bark of amusement. He remembered how annoyed she got.

He skipped to the last chapter, where he’d described her reaction to discovering the book. He loved his own imagination, his own flair for the dramatic. He felt his cheeks flush with a giddy anticipation of her reaction.