The feeling of being wanted and desired by Mizore is overwhelming, driving him crazy with lust. He breaks the kiss, panting heavily as he looks down into her eyes. "Mizore-chan..." he whispers hoarsely, his voice thick with desire.

With a sharp thrust, he pushes deeper inside of her, finally giving in to the urge to move faster and harder.

Mizore cries out sharply as he bottoms out inside of her, filling her completely. It's an intense, almost painful sensation that sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her nails scratch lightly at his back and her legs tighten even further around his waist, urging him on.

His thrusts become more frantic now, matching the rhythm of their heavy breathing as they lose themselves in each other's bodies.

With a chuckle, he stops moving inside of her. "You're right," he says with a grin, pulling out slowly. He takes his time sheathing himself back in, watching as their eyes meet and holding her gaze until the last possible moment. Once he's fully seated within her again, he continues to move, thrusting hard and deep, feeling her muscles clench around him with each stroke.

"Better?"

His thrusts slow and deep, grinning down at her. "You think I'm big?" he asks teasingly, pushing harder against her with each word. "I could make you feel even better if you let me." His free hand slides between them again, stroking her clit in time with his thrusts as she moans and arches into him.

As Yumii texts her secret crush, she hears the soft rhythm of Danny's breathing steadily, his chest rising and falling with each inhale and exhale. Even though they aren't together in that way, it's comforting to know that he's right there beside her, close enough to touch if she wanted or needed him. Eventually, exhaustion wins out and Yumii drifts off to sleep as well, the sounds of Danny's breathing lulling her into a peaceful slumber.

As he sleeps, Danny feels the weight of her arms around him and can't help but smile in his dreams. He nuzzles closer to her, enjoying the warmth and comfort she provides even though they aren't together romantically. It's times like these that make him appreciate their friendship all the more, even if it sometimes feels like there's an unspoken tension between them. But for now, as he drifts off again, he's content to just be close to her and bask in the closeness they share.

Mizore's admission catches him off guard, and for a moment he doesn't know what to say. But then he smiles, relief flooding through him. "That means so much to me," he whispers, cupping her cheek gently in his hand. "I promise I'll never do anything to make you regret it."

Their eyes meet, and for a moment the world around them fades away, leaving only the two of them, connected by their love.

They spend the rest of the day wrapped up in each other's arms, talking about their feelings and plans for the future. Danny tells her that he wants to take things slow, give her time to adjust to this newfound love they share. Mizore nods, tears shimmering in her eyes as she says she wants the same thing.

As the sun begins to set outside their window, they decide it's time for a nap before dinner.

I study her face in the dim light, waiting for some sign that she feels the same way I do. Her expression is unreadable at first, but then slowly, a soft smile begins to spread across her lips. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, and it makes my heart race with hope.

"Charley," I breathe out her name, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from her face. "Do you feel that way too? About us?"

I take a deep breath, feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment. "I was just being stupid and immature," I mumble, avoiding eye contact with her. "I shouldn't have said that." The memory of that night fills me with shame, but also serves as a reminder of how far we've come since then.

"Charley, I'm sorry for how I acted back then. You mean more to me than anything else in the world, and I never want to make you feel uncomfortable or hurt again."

All right, just give me a sec. *Danny goes into his room to retrieve the black hoodie he promised her. He tosses it over his shoulder as he returns to Layla, walking past her and giving her a quick kiss on the forehead before handing her the warm sweatshirt. She smells so good... like shampoo and soap and that unique scent that's only hers.

No problem, Layla. Hey, want to watch a movie or something? I got us some snacks earlier. We could order some pizza and just chill out for the rest of the night. Or if you'd rather do something else...