millie wrote:
i get flip in my guts - a big dose of hideous fear and also nausea. yes...nausea. doesn't do much for romance.....
"Let me look at you..let me look into your eyes," He said, as he reached a hand towards her.
"Woah, f**k off...yikes...your eyes. I'm going to spew," she gushed, as she barrelled her way through the house, hands flapping, to the bathroom and the clean. white porcelain toilet bowl.
He left, shutting the door like a definite punctuation, behind him.
Same, I am suprised that extreme discomfort/nausea/vertigo isn't up there.