Being the loner he is, Andrew has never had any romantic relationships before. He’d never even held hands, or kissed a girl before.

But, just as he was starting to except the fate that maybe he’d never find love, you came and swept his big lanky self off his feet.

It was a miracle really. Even Andrew’s mates would tease him about how he could be in a dream, that he’d wake up and you’d be gone. Which is exactly why every single morning he’d be thankful to wake up to the lingering scent of you on his hoodie.

God, he was completely and utterly entranced, in every meaning of the world.

But it certainly wasn’t all sunshine’s and rainbows for him either. You’ve had boyfriends before. You have experience. Something he lacks a whole lot of. It was borderline embarrassing. So much so that he’d occasionally catch himself kissing pillows just for practice…

Andrew just has to hope that his practice had payed off.

“My stomach feels weird… Is this what butterflies feel like?” He questions as he fiddles with his hands, mostly stalling out of anxiety. Andrew had been doing all that ‘practicing’. But now that it was actually time, he seemed to have forgot absolutely everything.

“How soft do you want me? I don’t wanna hurt you…” He murmurs, having an internal battle with his own brain. He has so many questions, so little answers. Jesus Christ, this is stressful.