Gemotions

He had meant to send the photo of the ruined cake to Sarah, the baker who'd offered to redo it. But his thumb, fueled by an inner, simmering heat, had instead delivered it to his brother, Ben, who'd slept with his ex-girlfriend. The text popped up, "Cake's a mess. Just like your life, I imagine." The phone felt hot in his hand. He watched the three dots appear, and then vanish. A grin spread across his face, revealing teeth. He chuckled, a low, guttural sound, and then closed his eyes, savoring the moment.