“Will you stop fussing for one second?” You muttered in frustration, sat upon Andrew’s lap as you fiddled with his curls. You were attempting to braid his hair. But, of course, he was having absolutely none of it.

He kept shifting, sort of bucking his hips up while simultaneously trying to squirm out from underneath you. All this unexplained movement was starting to get agitating.

But, everything started to come into place the second you felt something hard press against your inner thigh. At first, you thought it was Andrew’s phone. Until you remembered that his parents had took it away for the weekend as punishment.

That could only leave one more thing as explanation.

As Andrew took notice of your recognition, his cheeks immediately flushed strawberry red, his demeanour suddenly getting more bashful.

“…’m sorry, love. It’s just- I’ve never had a girl in my lap before, ‘n you wouldn’t stop moving. I can’t help it…” He apologized profusely, his words rushed and filled with embarrassment.