Caressing and kissing a freshly shaved head

My guy called me again. He had bought breakfast at an eatery downstairs in our office building. He also gave me exact directions on which room he was in. It was impressive.

His instructions were perfect. I walked into the room.

"I followed the fried egg scent and came on in," I replied.
"I'm glad you did," he said, smiling at me.

I couldn't help but to caress his head.

"It's freshly shaved for you," he said, liking my touch.
"I love it," I replied, and tenderly kissed his head.
"Thank you, sweetie," he said.
"It makes me happy," I said, drawing a happy face on his head.

I have missed him so much. The feeling was mutual.