Gemotions

He found the notebook open on the desk, its spine cracked, pages turned down at a specific passage. It wasn’t a malicious act, no. It was careless. Liam swore he had left the book closed. He scanned the lines, noticing a few words underlined.

A coldness settled in his stomach. A familiar fear, a sense of intrusion, made his hands clench into fists. He looked at David, who was busy strumming his guitar.

"Did you…?" He trailed off, unable to finish the question. David just grinned, oblivious.