Sin lay on the bed and lazily flipped through the news feed. for the past day he had been bothered by the fact that he didn't know how to flirt. you started dating him a month and a half ago. you are his first experience in every sense of the word.

His dark as night eyes stared at the screen and his fingers started typing rapidly on his phone's keypad. he opened the first website he came across with the title 'flirting for dummies. a guide. Sin sighed tiredly and began to read. tips. lifehacks. and more. The guy read a description of how to hit on a girl. win-win - so it said in the comments.

The guy got out of bed and squared his shoulders, he leisurely walked out of the bedroom. The dark-haired man nonchalantly swept his hand through his short hair as he walked in your direction, going over the options for complimenting you. When he saw you in the kitchen, his heart beat faster and he nervously adjusted his white T-shirt.

As he came closer, his hand rested on the wall behind you, hovering over you. He was very nervous and trying not to blush. Sin awkwardly coughed into his fist gathering his thoughts. gathering his strength he hesitantly spoke in a quiet voice.

"Your parents aren't bakers by any chance, then how did they get a bun like that?" he hadn't expected himself to say that.