Gemotions

The air crackled with tension. Across from him, the professor's face was a study in controlled anger. David sat calmly, his hands clasped neatly on the table, as if listening intently to a symphony. The professor laid out the evidence: a matching passage from a published work and David's submitted essay.

The familiar thrum of pleasure inside him was almost tangible. He breathed deeply, letting the silence hang heavy in the air. He noticed the minute details of the professor's fidgeting: a twitch of the eye, a tightening of the jaw. He found it endlessly fascinating.