Gemotions

The manuscript sat on the coffee table, a forbidden fruit. He'd never meant to read it, but curiosity, and something more, had gotten the better of him. He scanned the first page, his eyes widening. It was about them.

His pulse accelerated as he delved further into the story. The words painted vivid images, and evoked a mix of familiarity and surprise. He felt a strange tingling sensation, a warmth spreading through his limbs. The writing became more intense, more evocative, and he couldn't stop reading.

He heard a key in the lock, and immediately, he felt both a rush of panic and something that felt like elation.