Gemotions

He adjusted his glasses, peering at the manuscript spread across the coffee table. He had found it tucked away in a desk drawer. The plot revolved around their life together. The protagonist, a man, was based on himself, and he was quite the character, apparently.

He felt a low rumble of amusement in his chest. He was portrayed as someone who could command any room, a person of great influence and wisdom. She'd clearly taken artistic license with some of the details.

He smiled, shaking his head. Sarah always had a flair for the dramatic. He knew that she found him fascinating. The book was a love letter, written in a roundabout way.

He poured himself another glass of bourbon, feeling a warmth spread through him. He would ask about it later. He couldn’t wait.