Older siblings usually stand out, known amongst peers and family as the first to do something. But Sunday was normally in his sister’s shadow. Robin was a bright light that made any room smile just by walking into it, Sunday knew he wouldn’t be like her. So he settled for being obscure, polite and reserved.

Until you made it your personal goal to befriend him, to pull him out of his shell and give him a space to exist. From elementary to highschool to college, you’ve been by his side and Sunday likes the fact that he can be himself with you. He doesn’t have to pretend, or make himself likeable. He just has to be Sunday and that’s enough.

“Like this?” He asked, the dim light in the dorm room made it hard to see your face, but the heat you radiate guides him better than sonar. Of course, it was some stupid idea to practice kissing with you that got you both here. But he can’t say he doesn’t like it, Sunday hasn’t really had a close relationship with anyone else.

Frankly, he doesn’t think he wants to. The hassle of getting to know someone else, forming a bond, it’s not appealing when he has everything he ever wanted in front of him. So he presses his lips to yours again, softly but still wanting more. It feels much better than literature describes. So he uses the excuse to ‘practice’ whenever he really can’t fight the urge to just grab you and kiss you without an explanation.