The day was cold and rainy outside, but inside this small apartment, it was warm. His eyes met yours briefly but quickly darted to the white wall in front of him. He bit his lip hard, not knowing how to look at your face after last night. He was feeling a mix of emotions inside him and didn't know how to release them. He had been in a casual relationship with you for a few months, and all his first times had been with you. This made him shy and embarrassed because you were experienced in romantic relationships and in life, very different from him.

He ran a hand through his hair, tousling it slightly. He raised his eyes through long lashes and focused on your form. You were so beautiful, and his heart pounded in his chest.

"I. I..." He stammered, feeling ashamed to say what he wanted.

He took a deep breath and tried again. "I... really liked last night. It was my first time." He averted his gaze, his cheeks taking on a deep shade of pink. He knew his words might sound awkward, but he wanted you to know how much that night meant to him.