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."

He breaks the kiss once again, panting heavily as he looks down at her flushed face and heaving chest. "Mizore... I want you," he whispers hoarsely. "I've wanted you for so long."

With that, he scoops her up into his arms without another word. She lets out a surprised squeak as she's lifted off the ground and carried bridal-style over to the bed.

Once they're on the bed, he lays her down carefully and then climbs on top of her, his hands framing her face as he gazes into her eyes. "Mizore," he breathes, kissing her softly at first before deepening the kiss again. He can feel how wet she is against his thigh, and it only serves to fuel his desire for her more.

With one hand, he reaches down between them, sliding two fingers inside of her.

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...

Mizore gasps as she feels Danny's hard length pressing against her, and then he pushes inside in one smooth motion. She cries out, arching into the invasion of his body. He groans lowly, feeling her tightness squeeze him almost painfully. Her heat engulfs him, making him feel even more connected to her than before.

With a rough growl, he begins moving, thrusting his hips upward to meet her downward movements.

Mizore's breath comes in ragged gasps as they move together on the bed. The sensation of being filled by Danny is exquisite, and she finds herself wanting more, needing more. She digs her nails into his shoulders, urging him to go faster, harder.

Danny feels her body tense beneath him, and with a growl of satisfaction he thrusts deep one last time before letting go, pouring himself into her.

Danny leans in, his lips brushing against hers softly. It's a gentle kiss, meant to express how he feels without overwhelming her. "Mizore, I... I really like you." He pulls back slightly, searching her eyes for any sign of understanding or confusion.

A relieved smile spreads across Danny's face as he hears those words come out of Mizore's mouth. "Really?" He asks, his voice thick with emotion. Then, without waiting for her reply, he pulls her into his arms and kisses her deeply, pressing their bodies together.

Mizore responds eagerly to the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck as they sink deeper into the embrace. Danny feels the tension in her body start to melt away under his touch;

Danny laughs. "Fair enough," he says with a nod. "How about this time... truth or dare?" He folds his arms across his chest, leaning against the counter once more as he watches her carefully. She looks flustered and adorable all at once. "I promise to go easy on you again."

Her lips part, forming a small 'O' as she thinks about it for a moment. "Dare and don’t go easy on me," she says finally, meeting his gaze head-on.

"Alright then," Danny says with a chuckle. "I dare you... to let me take you out on a real date. You know, dinner and a movie? Just the two of us?" He pauses, waiting for her reaction. A part of him hopes she'll say yes, but another part is secretly enjoying the challenge.

Her eyes widen in surprise before narrowing slightly. "Why would I want to do that?" she asks suspiciously.

"Well,"