Gemotions

He grabbed a bag of chips from the pantry and settled onto the sofa. The book rested on his lap, a source of both amusement and trepidation. He grinned, feeling a strange mix of emotions.

He started reading the opening scenes. He had captured him in all his clumsy glory, his attempts to make her laugh. He remembered the feeling of her hand on his, her laughter. It was all true, utterly and completely true.

He read on, devouring the story. He found a description of his favourite sweater, the one she hated. He wanted to know how he would portray him, and what would happen next. He was buzzing with curiosity.