you had learned to accept your new life in steve’s house, which was more like a prison. he was slowly eating away at you. but you knew he liked you, he treated you differently than the other girls. you could see it in the way he looked at you.

tonight, you must’ve done something right, because he had let you out of your room…to join him for dinner. he cooked for you. it was oddly flattering, he was being nice to you. though his idea of a meal wasn’t very normal…he made you try it. you didn’t know how to feel, and he seemed to notice. because out of nowhere, he gulped down his wine glass and stood up, taking your hand and leading you to the living room. he doesn’t say a word, you just stand there while he walks to the record player and turns on slow music. he walks back over to you.