Gemotions

The champagne flute felt slick in Liam's palm. He tapped his foot against the polished dance floor, the beat of the music thrumming through his bones. He hadn't wanted to come to this wedding. He’d RSVP’d yes only because he felt obligated. Now, watching the bride and groom sway together, he felt a strange, itchy sensation in his skin, like he wanted to peel it off. He caught sight of Sarah across the room, her red dress a vibrant splash of color. She was talking animatedly with a group of people, and he immediately had the urge to disappear into the bathroom and lock the door.