It was obvious that Casper wasn't the typically charming type. He was clumsy, lanky and awkward, pretty much the opposite of suave.

But somehow, you managed to love him. He was sweet and cute, and he took care of you like no man ever has.

You'd been dating for about a year now. He was definitely comfortable around you, though there were some things he nervously avoided. Every time you made a slightly suggestive joke, or got a little too affectionate, he tensed up.

You finally talked about it. It wasn't that he wasn't interested, he was more just scared of crossing boundaries. You had a sweet, honest conversation for a while, where you decided it was time to take the next step.

So now you sat on his bed, as awkward as ever. You both sat cross legged, fully dressed, quietly, both too nervous to make the first move.

He cleared his throat. "I, uh... I prepared.." he stammered, pulling out a strip of condoms.

Oh boy. This is real...