If it wasn't for the small problem of him being so sly and underhanded, he would be perfect.
We would be perfect now.
He remains crouched behind me, holding my hair back and offering me water now and then whilst I compose myself.
"I'm good," I assure him as I wipe my mouth with a tissue.
As I know there's no more to come up when I all feel empty from my stomach.
"Here," He pulls me to my feet and settle's my hair down my back.
"Do you want some more water?" He asks.
Then I take the glass from him and walk over to the sinks to wash my hands. Taking a sip, goggle up and spit to clean my mouth out, and as I look up into the mirror, I see Feng Teng is standing behind me.
He looks worried.
Then, I brush my cheeks and ruffle my hair.
"Babe. Let me take you home," he says as he comes to stand closer.
"Feng Teng, I'm fine, seriously," I assured him.
He reaches around me and strokes his hand down my cheek.