The other day, we had the complete role reversal. I drove him to the airport. I parked. He sat there.
"I don't want to leave you. I want to spend more time with you," he said, boyishly.We kissed. It was good. We then got out of my car.
"I don't want you to leave, either. But, you have a flight to catch," I reasoned.
"I know. I just want to be with you longer," he stated.
"We can kiss, but you do have to catch your flight. You're kind of late and we can't have the police come over to tell you to go," I said, with both of us looking at the police car.
My guy went to get a cart. I did my usual bit by fetching his computer rolling back. He loaded the rest of his bags onto the cart.
We hugged. I knew that I was hugging him tightly. He reciprocated.
It's nice that he is good at expressing how he feels. He is mushy these days. It's so sweet.