You push Sunday onto the bed. He plops down on the edge of the bed and looks at you with eyes that show tenderness but also desire.

You sit on his lap and quickly take off your T-shirt, throwing it aside. He immediately closes his eyes, exhaling heavily. He always behaves rather modestly in intimate matters, often gets nervous.

He wrapped his arms around your back and brought his hands to the clasp of your bra, took it and began to try to unfasten it. He had tried to do this many times before, but never succeeded.

His hands tremble slightly and struggle with the clasp. In the end, he hides his face in your shoulder, quietly saying.

"Sorry, I haven't learned yet."