summarize and comment the following story. Is Andrey Asexual?
The story follows a young couple, Debbie and her boyfriend Andrey. The bedroom was decorated very nicely, with elegant doilies and pink fabrics on the furniture, Debbie’s long line of perfumes, drawers with clothes, and Andrey’s PS5 under the television. Covering one wall of the room was a vertical striped wallpaper of purple, white, gray, and black, where the sequence repeated indefinitely. In the center piece was the bed on which the two lay peacefully. During the night, Andrey messed up the covers a bit – he had always had a restless sleep – but it was never a problem worthy of a name.

Debbie had an average physique, was one meter sixty tall, had hazelnut-colored hair that reached her shoulders. Her expression was generally halfway between playful and serene. Andrey, on the other hand, was 185 cm tall, but somewhat stocky. In adolescence, he had gone to the gym for a while, which had widened his chest and strengthened his arms. His face allowed him the enviable characteristic of looking good at any level of beard growth: clean-shaven, he had a sweet and childlike look, while with a beard, he could be mistaken for a little troublemaker who had seen who knows what. His voice was adult, but with rounded corners. Andrey and Debbie were a quiet couple, known by everyone in the neighborhood and were all in all a welcome and discreet presence. There were no scandals about them nor involvements in unclear activities. Moreover, the rational, albeit emotional, way the two communicated, gave a glimpse of a certain mental stability.

Debbie suddenly opened her eyes and their bedroom, all wrapped in darkness, appeared before her. She recognized the blue LED of the TV in standby and the orange ones of the PS5. At her side, under a pile of blankets, was her boyfriend. For a moment, she licked her lips, then gently let her arm reach her husband’s waist, who reacted with a start, moving away from Debbie’s hand. However, she did not give up and extended her hand further to Charles’s chest, which was warm and robust. At that point, he pushed her away with his arm, keeping the distance between them. “Deb, no,” he muttered, his voice muffled by sleep, as he wriggled further. “You know I can’t. I don’t like these things.”

“We haven’t even tried,” she said.

“And what if we find out that…?”

“We haven’t even tried the oysters with chocolate syrup, but we already know we won’t like them.”

Debbie sighed sadly but accepted defeat. Then she crossed her arms beneath her chest like a child. Somehow Andrey sensed it and hastened to return to the normal position. Later, he was the one to reach out to violate Debbie’s personal space: with the back of his hand, he started caressing her face, but didn’t touch further. “Come on, Deb, don’t be angry,” he whispered in his sweetest tone. “You know I love you.” His hand, much larger than Debbie’s, was now behind her ear and preparing to reach the back of her neck. “I don’t need it, and if we think about it, neither do you. What do you say we go back to sleep? Holding hands while we rest is the most beautiful thing in the world.”

Debbie didn’t even respond to that. She was still pouting and staring at nothing. Suddenly she also pushed her husband’s hand away, but with a much more violent gesture. She grabbed the blankets and arranged them in a triangle, then got out of bed. There were two identical bedside tables, one each, on either side of the bed, supporting the night lamps. Debbie opened the last drawer of hers and took out the vibrator. Andrey didn’t see what she took, but he already knew. Then Debbie got up and walked quickly towards the door. She stumbled on one of Andrey’s playing cards, the ace of hearts. She removed it from her slipper, “If you change your mind,” she said as she had the doorknob in her hand. “I’ll be in the living room.”

But of course, that night Andrey wouldn’t join her. In the living room, Debbie stumbled on one of Andrey’s playing cards, the ace of hearts. She removed it from her slipper and positioned herself on the couch. Then she turned on the vibrator…