Hostile eyes

"What, what are you doing?" Jia Li said, shock evident in her green eyes.

"I am trying to teach you how to make me recover faster, next time I get hurt. You clearly do not know how to give tender love and care," he whispered, bringing his mouth next to her ear.

Colour flooded her face. She could hear the galloping heartbeats. Were they hers, his, theirs? It didn't matter. This wasn't right. She pushed him back gently but firmly with her hands up against his chest.

She stood up and thankfully, he didn't resist. Her bun had come undone in the process. She opened the clip, gathered the hair in a swoop and put the clip back on.

His eyes followed her hand movements, as if hypnotised.