𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬 | 18+ | ✓

t w e n t y - o n e

*listen to the song while reading if you wish!*

S A L E M
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"Why don't we go out on a date?" Abel asks me as I grab the refrigerator door handle.

My body freezes and I turn around, leaving the fridge wide open, "A date?" I repeat, making sure I heard him correctly.

He shrugs and sits himself on the counter, grabbing an apple and taking a bite, "We've never been on one before, so why not?"

I turn back around and grab a premade salad out the fridge, "But we're married, why do we have to go on a date?"

His eyes land on mine, "Married couples go on dates, Salem? That's how they keep a stable marriage." he chuckles.

I fight back a laugh, "A stable marriage? We aren't even in love, Abel. We were forced to do this."

He sits next to me at the table and steals a bite of my salad, "Who said we had to be in love?"  then he realizes, "You've never been on a date before have you?" he smiles, knowingly.

When I was younger, I was never allowed to go on dates. I wasn't allowed to have friends over, and I most certainly was never allowed to hang out with boys. That was forbidden.

My dad would say and do horrible things anytime I'd ask him to hang out with a boy. Which is why I rarely ever asked him to do anything. I was too scared to be sneaky about it, either.

What my dad said about him not really being my dad is still in my head. It won't really go away. I don't understand at all what he meant. But maybe that was why he treated me horribly all those years, and why my mom was the only one that loved or cared about me.

I still don't understand why she chose him if my dad is potentially a great person.

"I never said that." I say, taking a bite out of my salad, and ignoring my thoughts.

He tilts his head, "You don't have to, it's obvious. Why haven't you been on one? I'm sure you've had plenty of chances."

I give him a look and he drops the subject, "Let me take you out on a date." he pleads. "It'll be the best first date you've ever been on, I promise."

In all honesty, I really really would love to go on a date with him, but I'm scared. Lately, he's been acting sweet towards me, and I'm scared I'm falling for him. He's making me soft.

I've been holding his hand, hugging him, cuddling him, but we still haven't kissed. Kissing is really intimate. It's not that I don't want to kiss him, because I genuinely do, but that might be a bit too far.

(girl you literally sucked his- yk what nvm.)

"Fine." I clear my throat, "You can take me out on a date. But only under one condition," I disclaim. He raises a brow for me to keep going, "No kissing me at the end of the night."

He smiles and reaches out to shake my hand, I take it and he smirks, "Deal." we shake hands.

I finish my salad and stand up to go throw it away, when I return to the dining room, he's gone.