Suddenly I feel awkward and uneasy.
"Feng Teng. Have your dinner yet?" I ask, not knowing what else to say.
He's probably burnt off a million calories running like Bruce Lee.
"No. I don't feel like to eat." He sigh.
"But you have to eat, your body needs the nutrient," I nagging at him.
"Hmm, I'll make you something delicious, Okay?"
He tightens his grip on me.
"Please no, I'm so comfy here," He pout.
So, I let him be comfy for a while. Sitting on his lap, my dress soaking to my body, my hair wet, and I just let him hold me as much he wanted.
But he can't be like this every time we're apart, because it will inconvenient.
We most certainly haven't turned to the corner, and I'm sorely disappointed.
So what happens now?
As time passes by;
"Hey, I hate this song," I say quietly after we've sat in a tight clinch for an age.
