Gemotions

He’d known, somehow, the moment the words formed in his head. The unsettling quiet. The way his roommate, Leo, had avoided eye contact, his face a careful mask. Now, staring at the slightly crooked spine of his journal resting on the desk, a wave of heat flushed through Liam's chest, radiating outward, making his hands tingle.

He found himself pacing, agitated energy crackling in his limbs. He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands. The urge to confront Leo was almost overpowering, a magnetic pull that threatened to yank him across the room. He pictured their conversation, the accusations, the explanations... the potential for things to escalate in an entirely different way.

Liam picked up a pencil and began tapping it against his teeth, a furious staccato against the otherwise silent room. His heartbeat accelerated. He felt like he could run a marathon right now. A grin slowly spread across his face.