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Our tour was finally over. When we left the airport, I offered to give the three others a ride home, I had left my car in a private car park at the airport. They gladly accepted not to have to take public transport with their suitcases.

Once my three companions were home, I went to my flat. Looking at my phone, at a red light, I saw that I would be arriving for dinner. I hope he's bought something; I don't want to go outside to eat.

I finally arrived at the car park of our residence; I saw the Type scooter parked in its usual place. Type was at home, as I suspected a little, I had warned him of my arrival. However, Saturday night is often a night out, so he had to refuse invitations to go out.

Without realizing it, I was already in front of the flat door, opening it. The lights were on, but the room was empty. The sound of running water, probably from the tap on the washbasin, coming from the bathroom, indicated the position of my boyfriend.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the table ready, with a pan in the middle. He hadn't planned to eat out this evening, to my great relief. I closed the door, and at the same time the water stopped running in the bathroom. As I waited for him to come out, I tried to guess what was in the pan. Just knowing that he had cooked for me made me smile.

When I raised my head, Type was in front of me, I took off directly from the wall to approach him. Too bad he didn't put on one of my shirts as a welcome gift. However, he did make food, if he had put on one of my shirts, he would have eaten what's in that pot. Type's eyes got lost on my chest, it reminds me that I had opened the first buttons on my shirt after I drove my last companion home, it was too hot in the car.

Looking more closely at Type, something titillated me, there was something wrong with him. It's not the first time he's stared at me, but he'd never done it for so long, knowing that I was looking at him, and his eyes seemed wet, even a little red around the edges. Had he been crying? What happened today? These questions were burning my lips, but I knew Type if it didn't come from him, he'd turn around and tell me that everything was all right.

Something was telling me that this was not the time to talk about the fan or the proposal, and I still had to find the perfect ring. What reassured me was that even though he seemed lost in his thoughts, they didn't seem bad, he even had a bit of drool near his lips. Lips that I hurried to kiss, what I had missed. I heard a little moan of contentment coming from him. I had missed him, and he missed me too.

I stood away from him for a while, to hear him mumble that we should go and eat before it gets cold. As I walked away towards the table, I felt his hands slowly coming off my shirt, as if he wanted to avoid letting go of me. I think I had a little smile on my face from the pout I got in return.

Turning towards the table, I expected to receive a slight blow on the calf, but nothing, he sulks? I turned slightly, he was again lost in his thoughts, this time I could tell they were less cheerful. However, he recovered quickly and quickly joined me. He lifted the lid of the pan, to let me discover its contents: carbonara pasta. A smile bloomed on my lips, Type wanted to please me, and it was successful, but I didn't forget his face from earlier. A plan was set up in my head:

1. Have a quiet evening so that he feels relaxed enough to talk about his problems. No sex right away, even if it relaxes him, it doesn't create a good time for him to talk.

2. Wait for him to confide in you, listen to him calmly. Reassure him if necessary. I will always be there to help him whatever his problem.

3. Empty his head and make him think only of me. For this stage, sex is a good method.

I knew it wasn't a very elaborate plan, but it was the one that worked best with my little stubborn head.

After taking a shower, I sat down in front of the television with Type. Even though I had put on one of his favourite shows, he didn't seem to notice. He was thinking about something, I didn't know what yet, but I would find out. I put one of my hands around his hips to bring him closer to me, I wanted him to feel my presence, to know that if he encountered any problems, he could talk to me about it. I would always be there for him. Unconsciously, I began to caress Type's hip with my thumb. I never really understood why, but Type seemed to have a fascination with the ring on my thumb. Would he have the same fascination for other rings, if I started putting them on other fingers?