Gemotions

He had left the manuscript lying open on the bedside table. A deliberate act? Liam didn't know. He just stared at the page. The novel was about him. It detailed his life with Ben.

Liam felt a chill despite the warm sunshine that streamed through the bedroom window. The author, Ben, had a way with words. He captured every minute detail, every gesture, but the portrait that emerged was somehow warped, distorted.

Liam sat on the edge of the bed, his hands shaking. He felt exposed, stripped bare. He felt a deep, profound sense of discomfort. He didn't want this intimacy.