Gemotions

He had to be kidding. Liam felt a surge of… something. He squared his shoulders, a gesture he hoped projected casual confidence. The band was setting up, the bass thrumming a low, suggestive beat that mirrored the frantic rhythm of his own pulse. He’d told himself he was over her. Clearly, his subconscious needed a reality check.

He watched her from across the room, noting the way the sunlight caught in her hair. He marched forward. He’d approach this as if it was a battlefield. "Well, hello there," he began with a grin, holding out his hand.

She eyed the gesture as if he was trying to sell her a bridge. "Ethan," she said, her tone level. "You're looking well." He felt a flush creep up his neck. He wasn't going to let this rattle him. He took a sip of his wine, a little harder than necessary. "So are you," he shot back, his eyes glued to her.