a/n:
i know it's been over a month since i've updated, and y'all have been begging me to update, but school has been kicking my ass once again! besides that, thank you all for 20k reads :'). i love y'all (and my bf)
as they walked into the apartment, they noticed it was empty. that was, until salem checked tavia's room and, lo and behold, tavia was sleeping in her underwear.
"she asleep?" ciarán asked, to which salem nodded, closing the door softly behind her.
he followed her to her room, where she proceeded to kick off her shoes. she reached under the back of her shirt, unclasped her bra, pulled the straps down her shoulders and arms, and pulled it out of her shirt, throwing it in her hamper.
ciarán laughed, "you do this everyday after work?"
"mhmm." she opened the drawer to her nightstand, revealing miscellaneous items. she dug around before she found ciarán's gift in a small cardboard box. "it's not much, but when i saw it, i thought of you." she said as she handed it to him.
ciarán opened the box, revealing the guitar pick. he smiled at her, "i'm gonna bring this on tour with me, so i'll always be reminded of you."
salem's heart fluttered at the last part of his sentence, and she completely disregarded the first part. then, she realized the meaning of his words. "brockhampton's going on tour?!"
ciarán chuckled, "no, we don't have any plans to go on tour as of right now. i'm just saying when we go."
"oh." she let out a sigh of relief as she climbed onto her bed.
"why? would you miss me?" ciarán smirked, kicking off his dirty air force 1's.
salem frowned. "of course i would miss you, dumbass." she had her arms wide open, inviting him in for a hug. her hands made grabby gestures.
he clambered onto her bed, wrapping both of his arms tightly around her. he softly rubbed her back, and gave her a few gentle pats. he put his face in the crook of her neck, which caused her to start giggling. "your beard's tickling me!" she exclaimed, pulling away.
she got under the covers, and ciarán followed suit. she put her head on his chest, her ear resting directly above his heart.
meanwhile, ciarán didn't know whether or not he wanted to keep his arms securely around her or if he should start playing with her hair. his decision was soon finalized when salem suddenly said: "i feel safe in your arms." she put her hand on top of his, rubbing the back of his hand gently. "i never thought i could feel this way about someone again, after ryan."
"what do you mean?"
salem could feel ciarán's heartbeat growing rapid, and she smiled. "i adore you so much, ciarán; i can take one glance at you and you give me butterflies." salem paused, turning her head so she faced ciarán. "i would be lying if i said ryan didn't make me feel this way," salem noticed his smile falter, so she quickly continued. "but that feeling faded. god, whenever i'm with you that feeling never gets old. it's like—" she tried to think of a way to explain how she felt, but her intense emotions for him weren't able to be put in a coherent sentence. "like the rush of adrenaline i got when i first met you. i don't think i could ever get enough of you."
ciarán was left speechless at the impact of her words. he didn't know where to begin with his own words, but he knew what he wanted. out of everything in the world, she was the one he wanted, and he made sure she'd know it. that's why he asked her one thing, and one thing only:
"will you be my girlfriend?"
