Chapter 2

The studio emptied out at around 10.p.m

Manon was the last to leave, slinging her bag over her shoulder as she eyed you and Dani curled up on the couch, practically moulded together.

“If the walls of this studio could talk,” she said, shaking her head. “Actually, they’d probably be traumatised.”

“I think they’d be jealous,” Dani shot back, unbothered, pressing a kiss to your cheek without breaking eye contact.

Manon just rolled her eyes and waved her off. “Goodnight lovebirds. Don’t break anything.”

Once the door clicked shut behind her, the silence that filled the room wasn’t really quiet – it was charged. Like the leftover energy of the session still clung to the walls.

Daniela stretched, her shirt riding up just enough to make you catch your breath. She caught your gaze and smirked.

“What?” She asked, her voice dripping with mock innocence.

“You know what,” you murmured, standing to gather your things, pretending not to be affected. She followed, slow and predatory, wrapping her arms around your waist from behind.

“You’ve been staring at me since I laid down the first track.”

You smirked. “You were practically moaning into the mic. What do you expect?”

She laughed, low and warm against your ear. “You liked that?”

“Everyone liked that,” you teased, turning in her arms. “But yeah, I liked it. A lot.”

Her hands slid down to your hips, her grip firm. “Good,” she whispered. “Because I did it for you.”

God, she was so annoyingly good at this – the heat, the way she played with the line and never quite crossed it. At least, not in public.

But now? Now you were alone.

And Dani knew it.

*

The ride to your place was a blur of soft music and knowing glances. Her hand found your thigh at a red light, her thumb stroking lazy circles into your skin just beneath the hem of your shorts. She didn’t say a word, but her smirk said everything.

By the time you walked into your apartment, the air felt thicker. Your place was dimly lit – warm and cozy, a record player humming low in the background. Familiar, but edged with something more tonight.

She leaned against the door once it closed, watching you with that look – all fire and mischief.

“You planning to behave?” you asked, dropping your bag on the couch.

“Absolutely not.”

You laughed, but your breath hitched when she stalked toward you, her fingers hooking into your belt loops.

“I spent that entire session trying not to drag you into that sound booth,” she murmured. “You have no idea how hard that was.”

“Oh, I think I do,” you said, tilting your chin up, locked on hers. “You weren’t exactly subtle.”

“You liked it though.”

“Of course I did.”

Her lips brushed against yours – just barely. Teasing. Testing.

Then she pulled back, grinning. “Good. Because I’m not done teasing you yet.”

She spun you around with a laugh, pushing you gently back onto the couch. You fell into the cushions with a breathless grin, watching her as she kicked off her boots and straddled your lap like it was the most natural thing in the world.

She looked down at you, her hair falling in waves around her face, and you knew exactly what kind of game this was. The slow-burn, hands-everywhere, not-quite-fair kind.

Her fingers traced along your collarbone, then dipped lower, dragging just the edge of your shirt up, revealing skin inch by inch.

You reached for her hips, but she caught your wrists. “Uh-uh. You don’t get to touch me yet.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Really,” she said, that same mischievous glint in her eyes. “You’ve been driving me crazy all day – you can wait a little longer.”

“Dani…”

She leaned in, close enough that her lips barely grazed your ear. “Say it again.”

You swallowed. “Dani.”

She smiled – that slow, satisfied smile like she’d just won something. And maybe she had.

*

The rest of the night unfolded in shadows and heat, soft laughter between kisses, whispered secrets tangled in sheets and fingers in hair. The teasing never stopped – neither did the tension – but there was something deeper in it, too, Something soft. Something real.

Later, when you were curled into her side, her fingers tracing lazy circles into your back, she pressed her lips to your temple and whispered, “You know they’re gonna give us hell tomorrow.”

You smiled, eyes closed, skin still warm. “Let them.”

There was a pause. Then: “You know I’m writing another track about you.”

You looked up at her. “Yeah?”

She nodded. “It’s going to be stupid romantic. Super annoying. They’ll hate it.”

You laughed. “Perfect.”

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