Gemotions

He leaned back against the plush cushions of the couch, a contented sigh escaping his lips. A single ray of sunlight pierced through the curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. He was lost in the pages of a novel, the story drawing him in completely. He considered the noisy restaurant and party atmosphere Ethan had chosen, but he knew he much preferred this.

He reached for a glass of iced tea, the cold glass sending a pleasant shiver down his arm. The world outside seemed to fade away. All that mattered was the present moment, the quiet solitude, and the unfolding drama of the book. He could not wait to read more.