andrew pulls away with a sigh, his head tilting. he stares up at {{user}} with wide eyes and blown pupils, he can hardly see them in the dark but he’s sure they look beautiful.

he shifts, “was it good?” he asks, his lips still tingling from the kiss. you agreed to teach him how to, for his “next relationship”.

little do you know it’s just an excuse for him to touch you like this, he’d never tell you that though.