callow, adj.
The first time we had sex, you kept apologizing for not knowing what to do. I kept saying that it was okay, but you kept blushing. It was really out of character for someone that acted so confident most of the time and it made me love you even more. Eventually, I stopped caressing your body, and I let my rough hands caress your face. I pressed my lips against yours and leaned my forehead against yours too.
"I love you. Calm down. This is supposed to be fun. If you don't won't to, I'm fine with waiting. It's all up to you," I told you.
You weaved your fingers through my hair and kissed me even harder than before. I think I heard you mumble 'I love you, you stupid sap' under your breath.