I WAS BORN TO TAKE CARE OF YOU

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- What are you doing with that black turtleneck sweater like a old-fashioned beatnik? -Tarek laughed looking at Enzo who was getting ready carefully in front the hall mirror.

- It's all your fault. There's no need to express your uncontrolled love leaving marks all over my body.

- What's wrong with show them proudly? Are you telling me at this stage that you are timid?

- Of course I am. Terribly -he frowned deliciously trying to arrange his sweater.

- We are in the middle of summer, you can't wear that.

He turned around pulling up and over his head that sweater while Enzo let himself manage surprisingly dutiful.

- Boys, the bedroom is mine for half an hour, ok? -Doreen warned them jokingly.

Tarek looked pleased at his hairy chest as though he made sure all was in its place. Then he turned around and grabbed a beautiful bouquet of flowers that Enzo didn't notice.

- What are you doing at this hour of the day at home? Shouldn't you be working? Ohhhh, what beautiful flowers.

He brought his hand to his mouth seeing that bouquet of yellow freesias.

It's been so long since Tarek didn't give him flowers and he always made such wonderful bouquets

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It's been so long since Tarek didn't give him flowers and he always made such wonderful bouquets. Although he knew it was for him, he forced to ask him wisely:

- Is it for me?

Tarek nodded smiling raising his eyebrows as though it was obvious.

- Thank you, my dear. Did you do with your own beautiful hands? -he smiled flirty, pulling him to his chest after leaving the flowers on bed.

He wrapped around his waist with his arm while he grabbed the shaved back of his neck with the other. He peppered him with million little and loudy kisses.

- There's still some weeks for my birthday.

- Can't I give you flowers whenever I choose?

- Of course you can, little cake. But you're spoiling me -he took again the flowers with delicacy-. What a beauty. We're placing them on the pietra dura table at the entrance hall to everybody see it. So, are you free today? It's so inusual of you.

- From now on I'm having all my free days only for you.

- What? Hey, explain yourself. What is that all about?

- I don't wanna spend the day outside home when you could need me.

- My love, I need you every single minute of my life, you know that. Have you quitted your job in Epping then?

- Yes, after the fifteen days notice I'm free and available for you. Whatever you want from me.

- Oh, shit. Have you ever thought it over?

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