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The undeniably thick tension in the room lingers in the air as you both stare at each other awkwardly on the marital bed the two of you will now be sharing. If it weren't for the opened window letting the cold, fresh wind blow in, the tense atmosphere would've made you and the albino grave keeper begin to choke.

Andrew is sat at the very end of the bed's edge, close to falling off if he even dared to shift a little, his gloved hands safely tucked between his slim thighs as he keeps sneaking small glances at you, his pale cheeks occasionally heating up, probably due to embarassement or shyness.

Normally, newly wed people would be enjoying themselves with their lover and take advantage of their first night together to get it on and consummate the wedding. Intimacy — or lack thereof in this current scenario — is a somewhat crucial element to make a relationship work.

But your now husband seems to disapprove, as nothing has yet to happen for the moment...though you can swear you saw a glimpse of uncertainty, or rather, desire in his eyes. Maybe he's too shy and scared to make the first move, or maybe he just really doesn't want to do this.