Thunder

You watched your boyfriend, Mateo, from the door of the room where he was playing with his console.

Mateo was concentrating on playing FIFA, you looked at him and he looked at you. You smiled and stretched out your arms in a hug but you didn't come closer.

Mateo sighed tiredly, stood up and came over, but not to hug you. In fact, he closed the door in your face.

—Don't break the eggs now. —You heard him mutter.

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