You're fake dating your enemy.

One night you're both at a party, sitting together on the couch. You turned your head and stated at him.

He looked at you

You just laughed, shook your head and adverted your eyes, "Oh god."

He raised a eyebrow "What's funny?"

You looked back at him, laughing harder. "I just heard that you were a bad kisser," You smirked, "Like. a really bad kisser."

He frowned, "And who'd you hear that from?"

You shrugged, smiling to yourself, "Mm, nobody."

Abel gently grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. He seemed very eager to know. He was about to say something when you cut him off. "Not only are you a bad kisser.. but apparently, you're terrible in bed."

This time, your Abel laughed. He was completely shocked as to where these rumors were coming from. "Me?.. Me bad in bed?"

You nodded, "Yup."

"We'll fucking see about that." He rose to his feet, dragging you up with him. He didn't apologize as he moved through the crowd. He was still holding onto your arm as you both went up the stairs. And he was walking to a bedroom...

"I'm gonna show you that these rumors are fake," He pushed the door open "Get in." You calmly entered the bedroom. Little did he know, these rumors were all fake "Lay down," He softly said, standing behind you, "Let me worship you..."