Chapter 67

Dani’s bed had become your unofficial second home – blankets tangled around your legs, pillows everywhere, the two of you pressed shoulder‑to‑shoulder as her phone rested between you. The room was dim except for the glow of the screen, and the soft hum of the heater made everything feel even cosier.

You were both scrolling through TikTok, half‑watching, half‑commenting, fully wrapped up in each other’s warmth. Dani’s arm was tucked under your head, your leg thrown over hers like it belonged there.

The fans still thought you were “just friends.”

Well… most of them.

The smarter ones had started connecting dots.

Dani scrolled past a dance challenge, a cooking video, a cat doing something ridiculous – and then suddenly froze.

“Wait- go back,” you said, tapping her wrist.

She swiped up, then down again until the video reappeared.

It was an edit.

Of you and her.

Soft lighting, slow music, clips of stolen glances, lingering touches, the way Dani always seemed to lean toward you without realising it. The editor had even slowed down a moment where Dani brushed your hair behind your ear during a live-stream.

You burst into a giggle. “Oh my god, they’re onto us.”

Dani covered her face with her hand, laughing into her palm. “They’re not onto anything. They’re just… dramatic.”

“They’re observant,” you corrected, nudging her with your knee. “Look at this. They literally caught you staring at me for like ten seconds straight.”

“That was not ten seconds,” she protested, cheeks warming.

“It was at least eight.”

She groaned, burying her face in your shoulder. “I hate that they notice everything.”

You smiled, brushing your fingers through her hair. “I think it’s cute.”

She peeked up at you, eyes soft. “I just… want to protect you. You know how people get. I don’t want anyone saying anything that could hurt you.”

You shifted, turning so you were facing her fully. “Dani. I love you. I don’t care what anyone says about us.”

Her breath caught – just a tiny, quiet sound, but you felt it.

You continued, voice gentle but sure. “If they know, they know. I’m not hiding from anyone.”

She stared at you like you’d just handed her the sun. Her hand slid up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing your skin with a tenderness that made your chest ache.

“You’re too good to me,” she whispered.

“You deserve it.”

You leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips – warm, slow, familiar. The kind of kiss that didn’t need anything more than the simple fact that you loved her.

When you pulled back, your eyelids felt heavy. Dani noticed immediately.

“Tired?” she asked, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead.

“Mhm,” you hummed, already settling against her. “You’re comfy.”

She laughed quietly. “I’m literally a person.”

“You’re my person,” you mumbled, eyes already drifting shut.

That one got her.

You felt her heartbeat stutter under your cheek.

You nuzzled deeper into her hoodie, your breath warm against her chest, and Dani felt your whole body relax – that slow, heavy melt you only did when you felt completely safe. Your hand curled lightly into the fabric at her waist, and she tightened her arm around you without thinking, her thumb tracing slow, absent‑minded circles along your spine.

Within minutes, your breathing evened out.

Within ten, you were fully asleep.

Dani stayed still, barely daring to move, watching the way your lashes rested against your cheeks, the way your lips parted slightly, the way you instinctively burrowed closer every time she exhaled.

Your earlier words echoed in her mind, soft but steady.

I love you. I don’t care what anyone says about us.

If they know, they know.

She felt something warm bloom in her chest – a mix of pride, affection, and the quiet kind of courage she only ever found when you were pressed against her like this.

Her gaze drifted to the hoodie you were curled into.

Her hoodie.

The one fans always recognised.

You looked so peaceful, so completely hers, that the thought came naturally – not impulsive, not reckless, just… right.

She reached for her phone carefully, not wanting to wake you.

Lifted it just enough.

Angled it so only the top of your head and her hoodie were visible.

A moment captured exactly as it was: soft, safe, real.

She took the picture.

For a second, she just stared at it – at you, at the quiet intimacy of it – and she felt her heart settle into something certain.

Then she opened Instagram, tapped “Your Story,” and added the photo.

No tag.

No explanation.

Just two words she’d never said publicly before, but had been true for a long time:

“mi amor.”

She hit post, locked her phone, and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“Let them know,” she whispered into your hair, smiling softly. “I don’t mind anymore.”

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SOFT DANI ALERTTTTTT

and i looooove writing it 😉

anyways… i now have to get on with a 4 day written exam (kill me). So I’ll be back soon <3

(dont miss me too much ;))