Paring: (g!p) Daniela Avanzini x Female Reader (use of y/n)
ᵗᵃᵍˢ ⭑ Alternative Universe ⭑ Reader Insert ⭑ Second Person POV ⭑ Romantic Comedy ⭑ "Step-siblings" ⭑ Possessive Daniela ⭑Mentioned Parents ⭑ Domestic Angst ⭑ Dani is a bit rough ⭑ Hurt/Comfort ⭑ Argument & Reconciliation ⭑ Misunderstandings Resolved ⭑ Teasing ⭑ A little suggestive content at the end.
Waking up next to Daniela was a weird experience: the ruthless woman from the early morning had transformed into a sleepy pile of warmth holding onto your waist like you were her favorite Taiwanese plushie.
You slipped out of bed carefully so you wouldn't wake her up and went downstairs to the kitchen. While the coffee started dripping from the machine and the smell of toasted bread filled the ground floor, you heard, ten minutes later, her heavy steps on the stairs.
Daniela came down wearing one of your t-shirts with messy hair, carrying the victimized pillow from the night before and the bunched-up sheets in her arms.
—I'll wash your stuff later —she murmured.
She dropped the sheets on a stool and walked up behind you without asking for permission, taking advantage of the spot the security camera couldn't catch. She wrapped both arms around your waist and pressed her forehead against your neck, leaving a warm, sweet kiss on your skin. She was unusually affectionate, in a way so soft it made you melt inside.
—Good morning? —you said, turning your head.
—Good morning... —she sighed, clinging onto you for another second before looking at the wall clock—. What time did you have to clock in?
—Early. I'm covering the morning shift for my coworker —you explained while pouring the coffee.
Daniela frowned subtly. She pulled her wallet off the counter and, without taking no for an answer, handed you money for the Uber. —Here. I don't want you walking or waiting for the bus this early.
—I have money, Dani... —you smiled at her gesture.
—Consider it my contribution for leaving you out of energy last night —she winked at you, getting her usual shamelessness back—. What time do you get off?
—At one in the afternoon.
—Worst timing. I have classes starting at one, so... we're not gonna cross paths until the evening.
—Ah... what a miracle —you said, taking the money with a sweet smile.
Her hand immediately flew to your butt, smacking it in reprimand. —Don't celebrate just yet.
The shift at the music store was going by smoothly. In the middle of the morning, two guys in high school uniforms came in all excited, testing out guitars. They were interested in an electric guitar on display, but it was too heavy to hold for long while tuning the strings.
—I'll be right back with a stool, hold on —you told them with a laugh, making them crack up at your kindness.
Just as you turned toward the back room, the bell at the front door chimed.
Daniela crossed the threshold. She was wearing a sleek turtleneck and a leather jacket. Hearing you joke around with the students, a tiny, almost imperceptible smile formed on her lips.
While you went back to the main area and handed the stool to the guys, Daniela walked over to the vinyl section. She had never owned one; the idea of buying records without having a record player at home seemed ridiculous to her, something that would only serve as decoration without proper appreciation... yeah, her opinion was buried underground so she wouldn't offend your dad.
Even so, she started running her long fingers over the cardboard sleeves, pulling out a couple here and there to discreetly take photos of them with her phone.
Out of the corner of your eye, while helping the guys, you managed to see the red Mustang parked outside through the window.
You walked up quietly behind her while she was holding an album with a vintage cover.
—Beautiful choice. Didn't know you were into Aretha Franklin —you said softly behind her back.
Daniela didn't flinch. She put the Aretha record back in its place and pulled another one off the shelf: Grace by Jeff Buckley.
—Hold it... over your face —she murmured without looking at you yet, bringing up her phone camera.
You listened right away, covering your face with the album cover. The camera click captured the photo instantly.
—Done? —you asked from behind the cardboard.
—You can lower it —she nodded, putting her phone away.
You flipped the vinyl over and smiled seeing the iconic cover. —Grace... 1994. Have you been checking my playlist?
—Nope —she answered with superiority—. I like Buckley.
You took a glance out of the corner of your eye at the two students, who were still strumming the strings at the back of the store, even taking turns taking pictures with the guitar.
—Favorite song off the album? —you challenged her out of nowhere.
—Your first —she dared you back.
You narrowed your eyes, taking the game seriously.
—On three —you proposed.
She nodded, crossing her arms.
—Mojo Pin —you both said at the exact same time.
A suppressed laugh escaped you. You put the vinyl back in its place and looked at her, trying to hide how much you loved that coincidence.
—You passed the test, Avanzini... —you looked her up and down—. Wait, what are you doing here? You have class.
—Ah, yeah... —Daniela seemed to suddenly remember the reason for her visit, scratching the back of her neck with an almost bashful gesture—. I brought you lunch. You're gonna get home exhausted and, well... it's better to already go with a full stomach.
From her dark cherry bag, she pulled out an airtight container and handed it to you.
—There's more left in the fridge, just... reheat it if you're still hungry —she added, looking away a bit.
You bit your bottom lip, feeling a sweet warmth spread through your chest. —Thank you...
You didn't let her finish. You quickly leaned forward and planted a kiss on her cheek.
—I'm literally starving, you saved my life —you laughed while opening the container to see the delicious food she had prepared for you.
Daniela froze completely, touching the cheek where your lips had left their mark. She stared at you wide-eyed, with a blush quickly creeping up her cheekbones.
—I think I'm hungry now... —she murmured, almost to herself, dropping her gaze to your lips.
—What did you say? —you asked.
—That I'm leaving now! —she corrected herself in a rush, pulling herself together—. Get home safe. Uh... yeah, that... Bye.
She spun around on her heels and walked at a fast pace toward the exit, subtly tripping over the entrance mat before pushing the door open. You waved at her, confused, from where you stood.
The hum of the vacuum cleaner was the only sound echoing on the second floor of the house. You had taken advantage of the morning peace to leave everything spotless. Daniela's room already smelled clean, and yours was looking brand new: the sheets from the night before and the pillowcase were already washed, dried, and neatly folded at the back of the closet, replaced with a completely fresh set.
Rare... but you were grateful for it.
Just as you turned off the motor to wrap up the cord, the phone in your pocket started vibrating with a desperate burst of notifications and missed calls. You looked at the screen with a raised eyebrow before answering.
—What's up? —you asked, leaning on the handle of the vacuum.
—Hey! Listen, I have a massive problem —Daniela's voice sounded rushed, with the distinct echo of someone walking at full speed down a crowded hallway—. I thought the sketch critique with the professor was tomorrow, but Manz just told me it's today... like, right now! In twenty minutes.
—I need you to go into my studio, find a big black drawing folder, and bring it to me. I'll pay for your cab, your Uber, whatever. Just... hurry, please.
—Okay, okay. Chill, I'm going to get it from your studio. Don't worry, I'll be there —you replied, catching her urgency.
—Seriously, thank you, you're the best.
—Just tell me which room to go to and where to enter when I get there.
—Uh... I'll send you the exact location and instructions by text when you're on your way. Move those legs!
—Alright. See you there.
You hung up and set the vacuum aside. You had been cleaning for an hour, so you were in comfortable clothes and your hair was thrown up without much effort. But going to Daniela's university, her turf, required a certain level. Even though the clock was ticking, your motto was clear: never looking messy.
You ran to Daniela's studio on the ground floor, spotted the massive black leather folder on the main table, grabbed it firmly, and from there went straight to the black-haired girl's room.
You opened her closet and, without asking for permission, grabbed a low-rise gray Jaded London pair of pants and a red designer Named Collective hoodie that she had left tossed on her beanbag. You changed in the blink of an eye. Back in your room, you kicked off your house slides and put on some sneakers.
You threw your hair up into an effortless high bun, placed your thin-frame reading glasses on top of your head and, while requesting an Uber on your phone screen with one hand, used the other to apply a little concealer, cream blush, and a touch of gloss.
Uber: Your driver will arrive in 2 minutes.
Bingo. The universe was aligning in your favor. You sprayed a couple of spritzes of your favorite perfume, grabbed the sketch folder, and rushed down the stairs to wait at the front door.
Getting into the car, you gave the driver a sweet smile: —If you could hurry up a little, I'd really appreciate it... it's literally an academic matter of life or death.
The driver nodded understanding the severity of the situation and stepped on the gas. While the car dodged the midday traffic, you pulled out your phone and texted Daniela.
The Uber dropped you off right in front of the imposing gates of the faculty. You paid for the ride and jogged like never before, holding the bulky binder under your arm. The campus was massive, with modern architecture and covered in greenery, packed with students rocking art, design, and photography outfits coming and going. It was a vibrant vibe, perfectly in sync with Daniela's style.
You walked into the main building radiating that effortless yet flawless vibe. You followed your mental map: right hallway, go straight until the "4-B" sign, and there were the stairs. You started taking the steps two at a time to gain time, completely focused on the top, until on the last stretch you rounded the corner with way too much momentum and collided full force into the chest of someone coming down.
—Woah, slow down! —a female voice exclaimed, while two secure hands caught you by the shoulders and waist to keep you from falling backward.
You adjusted your glasses, thrown off, and looked up. —Sophia? —you dropped upon recognizing the girl's face.
—What a surprise! —she said, giving you the most friendly smile while gesturing with her hand for a group of guys to pass by the open side of the stairs—. What are you doing running around here like the cops are after you?
Her gaze immediately dropped to the massive black leather binder you were clutching against your chest, and a spark of understanding lit up her eyes.
—Ah... I get it now. Dani's emergency —she chuckled softly.
—Yeah —you admitted, catching your breath—. She called me desperate. Am I way too late?
—Class already started ten minutes ago, but hurry —Sophia cheered you on, guiding you toward the hallway—. Luckily, Daniela isn't the only one with "A" as her last name on that list, so the professor hasn't called her yet. She's not totally saved, but almost.
You let out a sigh of relief that sounded almost like a gasp.
—Come on, I'll walk with you —the Filipina said, tugging gently on your arm.
Both of you moved at a fast pace down the first-floor hallway, sharing a little laugh over how chaotic the whole situation was. Finally, you spotted the broken trash can and, right across from it, the studio door half-open. In the fifth row, you saw Daniela in profile, compulsively biting her nails while staring at her phone.
—Leave it to me —Sophia whispered to you out of nowhere, stopping you a couple of meters from the entrance—. I can go in "pretending" I forgot a notebook on my table. I had class in there first thing, and the professor knows me. If you go in with that binder, it's gonna be a whole scene.
—Awesome, Soph... seriously, thank you so much —you told her sincerely, handing over the binder.
Sophia winked at you in solidarity and crossed the classroom door naturally.
You stayed glued to the door, sliding down a bit to watch the scene through the small glass window. Nobody in the class turned around when Sophia walked in, except Daniela.
You watched the whole sequence in slow motion: the Latina blinked when she saw her friend walking toward her table, let out a sigh of relief when Sophia handed her the binder, and gave her a smile full of gratitude. But immediately after, confusion took over Dani's face. She knit her brows, looking at the binder and then at Sophia, clearly wondering why the hell her friend had her work and why you hadn't let her know you had arrived.
The Filipina, enjoying the moment, didn't say a single word; she simply pointed her thumb toward the door.
Daniela turned her head in your direction. From where you were, you gave her a small wave, smiling and gesturing flirtatiously toward the designer jacket you were wearing —her jacket.
Through the glass, you saw Daniela mouth to Sophia in major exaggeration: "Are you guys together?"
Her friend just shrugged mysteriously, leaving her guessing. But before Daniela could process what was going on or head out to the hallway to look for you, the powerful voice of the professor boomed through the classroom, echoing all the way to where you were: —Avanzini Llorente, Daniela. Come to the front with your sketches.
She froze for a second. She looked at you one last time through the window with wide eyes, grabbed the binder firmly, and walked toward the professor's desk.
Perfect, you had completed your mission right on time.
You stayed leaning against the hallway wall, crossing your arms. You watched how Daniela opened the binder on the professor's desk, pointing at the lines with confidence while the man nodded in approval. A sigh of relief escaped your chest.
A few seconds later, the classroom door opened with a soft click and Sophia stepped out into the hallway.
—Passed with honors, from what I can see —she said with an easygoing smile upon seeing you standing there.
—God, Soph, you saved my life and Daniela's grade.
—That's what we're here for —she replied, winking at you.
It was in that moment, under the white light of the hallway windows, that you couldn't help but notice Sophia's presence. She radiated the kind of aura that doesn't need to show off to get noticed. Her relaxed posture, the way she held your gaze without hesitating, and the ease with which she moved through campus left you momentarily dazzled. She was undeniably gorgeous, with an effortless, natural beauty that anyone with a pair of eyes would have to admit without a second thought.
—Hey... —she said, tilting her head slightly while checking you out from top to bottom with a playful spark in her eyes—, I guess you have to wait for the beast to finish her presentation, right? It's gonna take her at least another half hour.
—Yeah, I don't really have a choice but to kill time around here —you nodded, taking a quick glance at your phone's clock.
—Perfect. Come with me to the courtyard cafe. My treat, as a reward for your star messenger work —Sophia proposed with a charming smile, taking half a step toward the stairs—. That way we kill time until my next class and until Daniela gets free.
The offer caught you off guard, but it was impossible to say no.
—Alright, I'm in —you said, returning her smile.
Sophia's face lit up instantly with an expression of genuine joy.
—Deal —she exclaimed enthusiastically, gently taking your forearm to guide you—. Come on, they serve these incredible pastries that you absolutely have to try.
The cafe was industrial-style, filled with soft background music competing with the chatter of students.
Sophia ordered two coffees and a slice of raspberry cake to share, paying for everything before you could even make a move to pull out your wallet.
—I told you it was on me —she reminded you with a smirk as she picked up the tray and you guys walked over to a table by the courtyard window.
You sat across from each other. Sophia took off her blazer, leaving it over the back of the chair, and crossed her legs with elegance. She took her cup, took a short sip, and observed you over the rim, holding her gaze for a couple of seconds on the red jacket you were wearing.
—The jacket looks good on Daniela, but I have to admit it looks way better on you —she commented—. Though I'm guessing you grabbed it without asking her for permission.
You laughed, taking a sip of your coffee to hide the slight warmth creeping up your cheeks at the unexpected compliment. —I was in a rush and it was the closest thing I had. Besides, if she makes me run across half the city to save her class, I think using her clothes is a reasonable fee.
—Totally fair —she agreed, laughing, leaning forward a bit over the table—. Dani has that bad habit of leaving everything to the last minute when she gets overly confident, but she has incredible luck. Today, her luck was you...
The conversation flowed with astounding ease. You talked about your majors and about how unpredictable Daniela could be. The Filipina spoke with authority; she listened to you intently, asking precise questions and looking you straight in the eyes in a way that was as attractive as it was intimidating.
—I have to confess that when Dani introduced us the other day, I thought you were way more serious —Sophia admitted, resting her chin on the palm of her hand while observing you with pure curiosity—. You gave off that reserved, untouchable girl vibe. But seeing you now in this situation... completely broke the picture. And I like it.
You stopped halfway through cutting a piece of the raspberry cake with your fork. You looked up, meeting those unblinking eyes, packed with a frankness that caught you by surprise. —Thanks? I think.
—I'm not saying it just to be nice —she clarified softly, cutting her own piece of cake without breaking eye contact. —I'm just observant —she continued, bringing the fork to her mouth—. And I get drawn to people who don't need to try hard to stand out. You, for example... have half the cafe looking at you since we sat down.
The comment caught you with your coffee halfway to your lips. —You're exaggerating —you said, flashing a half-smile—. If anyone's drawing attention here, it's definitely you.
Sophia let out a low laugh, a deep, melodious sound that seemed to shorten the distance between the two of you despite the wooden table separating you. She adjusted herself in her chair, resting her elbows on the surface and lacing her fingers under her chin. —You know how to take compliments well, but you don't really know how to fully accept them —she pointed out—. I like that. There's something super intriguing about people who aren't aware of the impact they make.
You bit into the piece of cake, tasting the sweet and sour mix of the fruit against the bitter coffee, trying to process the pace Sophia was putting into every sentence. Her frankness wasn't invasive; it was fascinating.
—It's not that I don't know how to accept them —you replied, leaning your elbows on the table, mimicking her gesture—. It's just that I'm not used to being analyzed on our first coffee together.
The Filipina raised an eyebrow, clearly thrilled with your comeback. The corner of her lips curved into a slow smile. —Consider it an occupational hazard —she justified in a soft voice, playing with the handle of her cup—. In design, we learn to pay attention to textures, lighting, and what stands out without making noise. I'd be terrible at what I do if I ignored the details that are worth it.
—Mmh... sometimes observers see what they want to see.
Sophia let out a hitched breath that almost sounded like a sigh of delight. —Touché —she conceded, tilting her head in a gesture of respect—. Now I believe Daniela... she always told me you had attitude, but I didn't imagine it was like this. It's... refreshing.
—Oh, really? —you asked—. And what else has Daniela told you about me? If you don't mind me asking, of course.
—Interesting things —she murmured—. That you're stubborn when you set your mind to it. That you have impeccable taste for certain things... and that you became a presence that's pretty hard to ignore in her life in a very short time. Today I proved she wasn't exaggerating one bit.
You noticed there was a mix of loyalty toward Daniela and a subtle, undeniable interest of her own. There were no bad intentions, just the pure fascination of someone who just discovered an interesting map and can't help wanting to explore it a little more.
—Speaking of Dani... —you started, leaning forward a bit over the table while playing with the edge of the ceramic plate—, the other day she mentioned to me that she was planning on inviting all of you over to the house. She mentioned something about setting up a study group this week, taking advantage of the fact that our parents are traveling and left the house to ourselves.
Sophia blinked once, twice, and then let out a low laugh that caught the attention of a couple of guys at the table next to you. She looked at you like you had just told her a joke in a foreign language. —House to yourselves? —she repeated, raising an eyebrow in complete disbelief—. And she intends to use it to... study?
The reaction took you by surprise. —Yeah... well, that's what she told me —you replied, slightly furrowing your brow—. I know she doesn’t exactly have the vibes of the class nerd, but I figured that...
—No, no, it's not because of that —she interrupted, shaking her head with a smile full of amusement—. Daniela is brilliant when she wants to be, don't get me wrong. But the Daniela I’ve known my whole life... the Dani who has the house to herself would never in her life use that space to make study sheets and read notes.
You went quiet for a second, processing her words while taking a sip of your coffee. —Oh, really? And what would she do then?
—She’d use that house just to throw one destructive party after another —Sophia stated—. Believe me, I know her. She’s either plotting something to cover up a party... or that girl seriously aged ten years in a matter of months. And honestly, I’m leaning toward thinking there’s something else going on.
You bit the inside of your cheek as you remembered the night before. That gave Sophia's words a completely different subtext. Daniela didn't want the house to herself to throw destructive parties with half the campus; she wanted the house to herself to destroy you all alone for fourteen days.
—Well —you commented in an innocent tone, shrugging—, maybe she just wants to focus on getting her grades up.
—Maybe... —the Filipina murmured, looking at you with an intensity that seemed to read your mind—. Or maybe there’s a new distraction in that house that’s keeping her way too busy to think about inviting an army of people over to drink beer. And if that’s the case... I completely get her.
You managed to maintain the "good cohabitation without personal relationships" front that you had so carefully built.
You leaned back in your chair and looked at her with a slightly raised eyebrow, adopting an air of perfect indifference.
—Are you implying something, Sophia?
She held your gaze calmly; the young woman in front of you seemed to read between the lines. As a close friend of Daniela's, she knew her all too well. She knew what she was capable of, her insatiable appetite, and how fast she’d usually hook up with anyone she was attracted to in a matter of seconds. And there you were: two strangers who didn't share blood, didn't share a last name, didn't share anything... except a roof. And, apparently—to Sophia—clothes too.
There were things that fit together way too well, but Sophia was too cultured to corner you with a direct accusation.
—Not at all —she replied with total ease, waving her hand in the air as if brushing away an imaginary bee—. Forget it, I didn't come here to talk about Avanzini's existential mysteries.
She took her coffee cup, took a short sip, and rested her elbows on the table, shifting the focus of attention back to you with a transition so smooth it was almost imperceptible. —Let's talk about you —she said, her eyes shining with genuine curiosity—. You told me you were covering a coworker's shift at the music store, but I get the feeling it's not just a part-time job. Do you play an instrument or do you just like being surrounded by vinyls and heavy guitars?
The topic change gave you the perfect room to breathe and loosen the tension in your shoulders. —I used to play the piano a bit, but I like the technical side more, the curation —you replied, letting a sincere smile replace the defensive mask—. And the store has its charm. Today, for example, I spent half an hour helping two kids try out a guitar that was way too huge for them.
—I can imagine —Sophia laughed, resting her cheek on the palm of her hand—. You have that patience that I completely lack. If I had had to help those kids, I would've told them to work out their biceps more before playing a single chord.
—I don't doubt it —you admitted through laughs.
—That's why I find you fascinating —Sophia continued—. You have a very unique calm, (y/n).
Before you could formulate an answer to soften the compliment, the sound of an alarm announced the end of the hour. Sophia looked at her wristwatch and let out a soft sigh of resignation, turning it off.
—My Modeling class starts in five minutes —she commented, getting up from the chair. She took her blazer off the backrest and put it over her shoulders—. I liked this chat, but I can't afford to be late twice in the same day.
You stood up as well, adjusting Daniela's jacket. —Thanks for the coffee and the pastry, Soph. Seriously.
—It was a pleasure —she said, taking a step toward you and closing the distance. She leaned in slightly and left a warm, slow kiss on your cheek, her fingers grazing your shoulder for a second before pulling away—. Tell Dani I'm looking forward to the study session at her house.
She gave you one last look loaded with complicity and turned around, walking away. You were left standing there, watching her silhouette fade into the crowd, while the warmth of her kiss still lingered on your skin.
Daniela packed up her sketches into her huge leather folder slowly. The professor had given her a nine, praising her linework and composition, but right at that second, she couldn't care less about the grade. Her mind was somewhere else. Or, better yet, on someone else.
She pulled her phone out of her pocket for the fifth time in less than three minutes to check the time. There were five minutes left before the class block officially ended.
She could have packed up her stuff and left for the cafeteria right now... but... after seeing that message that you were with Sophia, it kept her glued to her seat with an annoying tightness in the middle of her chest.
She clenched her teeth, hiding her face in her palms.
She had absolutely zero issues with you hanging out with her group. On the contrary, Dani loved the idea of you fitting into her world, of her friends getting to know you and seeing how fucking incredible you were. But... Sophia?
Damn, her friend low-key liked you. She had made it clear through jokes and offhand comments a few times since the day she met you.
God... Dani wanted to run downstairs, grab you in front of everyone, and make it crystal clear to the Filipina that you were...
What the fuck were you guys?
Friends? Were you dating? Just hooking up? ...Nothing?
The thought of looking like a desperate, jealous mess in front of her own friend disgusted her.
—Fuck... —she muttered, pulling her hair in frustration.
She crossed her arms, leaning her back against her seat, eyes glued to the wall clock while her pulse pounded in her ears.
What Daniela didn't know was that Sophia had already left for her Sculpting class a few minutes ago... and that you had been waiting for her completely alone for a while now.
As soon as the clock hit the exact hour, the Latina grabbed her things and walked out of the classroom with long strides, dodging a couple of classmates who tried to talk to her in the hallway.
She went down the stairs three at a time, jaw clenched. Her heart was racing.
She already had a perfect entrance rehearsed a thousand times in her head: serious, distant, ready to set boundaries with a simple look if she saw Sophia getting too close to you.
However, when she walked through the cafeteria doors, the scene she found was completely different.
There you were, at a table right by the window. Nobody was sitting next to you. You had your legs crossed with complete calm, phone in hand, and resting on the wood was a tray with an iced coffee and a freshly made sandwich waiting for her. Her red hoodie was oversized on your shoulders, and your reading glasses rested slightly low on the bridge of your nose.
Daniela froze for a second in the middle of the aisle. The tension in her shoulders dropped all at once, but the faint confusion in her eyes showed that the surprise had caught her completely off guard.
She walked toward your table slowly, though her heavy breathing gave away that she had practically run here.
—You're late —you said without looking all the way up, wearing a subtle, amused smile as you adjusted your glasses.
Daniela dropped her heavy backpack onto the table with a thud and slid into the seat across from you. —The professor kept blabbering on —she lied in a raspy voice, trying to recover her composure while her eyes scanned you from head to toe—. Where... where's Sophia?
—She had to leave for her Sculpting class like... ten minutes ago —you answered naturally, pushing the tray with the sandwich toward her side.
Daniela locked eyes with yours, processing your words. Her relief was instant. —What were you guys talking about? —she murmured in a tone that bordered on a command rather than a casual question.
You just looked at her over the frames of your glasses, silently enjoying the obvious trail of jealousy she was trying to disguise as curiosity. —About everything and nothing at the same time —you answered, brushing your thumb against the back of her hand—. And about how good your clothes look on me.
Daniela felt the air escape her lungs. The back of her hand started to burn under the gentle touch of your thumb.
She held your gaze without blinking. —It looks incredible on you —she admitted.
She flipped her hand over on the table to trap your thumb between her fingers, squeezing it softly. —I hope it doesn't become a habit for you to talk about me behind my back with my friends, princess —she continued—. Especially not with her.
She watched you for a few more seconds before slowly letting you go and picking up the sandwich from the tray.
—Thanks for this... and for the folder —she added almost reluctantly, revealing the sweet Daniela that had woken up that morning.
You smirked. —You owe me one —you reminded her.
You leaned back in your seat. —I want to drive your car —you dropped in the most natural voice ever.
Daniela paused mid-bite and then let out a laugh, shaking her head like you had just told the joke of the century. —Yeah, right —she teased, resting her elbows on the table—. Do you even know how to drive?
—No —you answered honestly, with an almost insulting calm.
Daniela looked at you totally stunned. —No. Definitely not —she stated immediately, crossing her arms firmly—. Sign up for driver's ed, get your own car, and then we'll talk.
You stayed silent for a second, shifting your gaze toward another table of students. Then you stood up.
—Does Sophia have a car? —you asked out loud, like someone checking the weather, turning around to start walking toward the exit.
Behind you, the dark-haired girl's silence lasted barely a second while her brain recalculated the play.
Bitch, she thought to herself, feeling an immediate burn in her throat. You heard the harsh scraping of her chair as it moved and the sound of her rushed steps trotting behind you until she caught up in the main hallway.
—Fine. Just once —Daniela muttered, stepping up beside you, trying to keep her voice neutral but clearly backed into a corner—. But not right now. There's... way too much traffic and I don't want you panicking.
You nodded, keeping your eyes forward.
—Tonight? —she proposed, dropping her tone while reaching out her hand to firmly grab your wrist, sliding her fingers down until they intertwined with yours.
Was she holding your hand in the middle of the campus hallway?
—Sure —you accepted the plan, giving her fingers a gentle squeeze back—. But I'm not paying for the gas we burn.
Daniela shrugged, leaning an inch toward your ear as you walked together toward the parking lot. —You can pay with something else.
When you got home, Daniela's behavior completely crossed the line of subtle.
The second she killed the engine in the garage, she hurried around the car to open your door, grabbing your hand to help you out and not letting go for a single second as you walked toward the main entrance. You crossed the doorway of the huge house, and Daniela didn't even bother trying to act natural in front of the discreet camera lenses. She threw a firm arm over your shoulders, wrapping around your neck as you headed up the stairs to the second floor. Her body was practically glued to yours, forcing you to match her pace, feeling the crushing heat of her chest against your back with every step.
You reached the top floor hallway and made a move to head toward your room, looking for a moment of breathing room to change into comfortable clothes.
—I'm going to my room to change my...—
But you didn't get to finish the sentence. Daniela, who was walking a step behind you, reacted fast. She grabbed you firmly by the waist from behind, cutting off your path instantly, and dragged you straight toward the entrance of her own bedroom.
—No. In here with me —she stated against your ear.
You tried to turn around with a nervous laugh, attempting to squirm out of her grip in a playful escape attempt, but the dark-haired girl pulled you firmly, forcing you into her room and using her foot to kick the wooden door shut, which closed with a sharp snap that echoed off the four walls.
Without letting go of your waist, she cornered you against the sealed wood, pressing her entire weight onto you. There was no attempt to start anything intimate or rushed; she simply seemed driven by a physical, desperate need to have you close, to wrap you in her space. She rested her forehead in the crook of your neck, letting out a long, heavy sigh that gave you goosebumps.
Before you could articulate any protest against her attitude, Daniela slightly loosened her pressure, only to drag you by the hand straight toward her bed. There was no gentleness in the trip: she walked with determination and, upon reaching the edge of the mattress, dropped her entire weight backward, pulling your arm with enough force to make you collapse right on top of her.
The muffled impact against the covers pulled a gasp of pure surprise out of you. You tried to sit up immediately, but Daniela wouldn't let you.
—Dani, wait, I still have my sneakers on! —you managed to protest, clumsily struggling.
It was useless. The dark-haired girl ignored your complaints completely and trapped you in an inescapable lock. She wrapped her long legs around yours —shoes and all— immobilizing you from the waist down, while wrapping her firm arms around your stomach, flattening you back against her torso. She held you with monumental strength, making any escape attempt a lost cause.
—Shh... stay still —she murmured, her voice cracked from a built-up exhaustion that was finally coming out.
She turned her face and buried her nose right back into the space between your neck and shoulder, taking a deep breath. You felt the warmth of her breath directly on your skin, followed by a heavy sigh that made her chest vibrate against your back.
—I'm so tired... —she whispered, in a strangely vulnerable tone you didn't hear from her often—. School completely destroyed my brain.
You tried to move once more, trying to loosen the grip of her hands on your stomach, but she just tightened the hug, pressing you so close to her body that you could feel the steady beat of her heart behind her ribs.
—I missed you today —she admitted in a thick murmur, almost mad at herself for the confession, brushing her lips against the curve of your neck while breathing in your scent again—. Wait... are you wearing my perfume?
You smirked against the sheets, finally giving up the fight and letting the weight of your head drop back onto her shoulder.
—I stole it from you before running out to save your grade —you confessed, feeling how the stiffness in her muscles gradually gave way around you.
Daniela let out a low, raspy chuckle. She adjusted herself better on the pillow without letting you go, trapping you in a warm, suffocating hug.
—Dani... —you whispered, trying to free one of your arms from the hold she kept on your abdomen—. Let me go for a second. I need to go downstairs to make something for dinner tonight.
Instead of giving in, the dark-haired girl let out a low, muffled groan against the sheets, tightening her legs around yours even more. —No... quédate —she murmured in a raspy voice, pressing her forehead against your back with a childish stubbornness—. You're all warm, don't go.
You let out a soft laugh, completely incredulous at the whole scene. With a lot of effort and patience, you managed to maneuver inside her hug until you turned your body completely around, ending up lying on your side, face to face with her.
Daniela didn't open her eyes, but she took advantage of the movement to drape her arm over your waist, pressing her face just inches from yours. Her hair was messy across the pillow and she had an expression of total peace.
—Alright, what is up with you today? —you asked, studying every detail of her features with an amused smile—. You're being really cute. In the sense of... I don't know, helpful, attentive, overly affectionate. What did you do? Did you get someone pregnant?
She opened just one eye slowly, looking at you with lazy calm and a hint of sarcasm shining in her pupil.
—Did I get you pregnant? —she asked in a low, raspy whisper.
—No! Damn it, no —you answered right away, giving her a gentle slap on the shoulder while a wave of heat rushed to your cheeks.
—Then nobody's pregnant —Daniela concluded, closing her eye again and flashing a smug, victorious side-smile—. I'm just enjoying that there's nobody in this house stopping me from having you all to myself twenty-four hours a day. So shut up and let me sleep for ten minutes. I'll cook later, don't worry.
The temptation to give in to sleep alongside her was massive, but you weren't going to let the promises she had just made you slide.
—You're gonna cook and then teach me how to drive? —you insisted in a whisper, barely stroking her arm so she wouldn't completely fall asleep.
—Mgh... —she grumbled, pressing her forehead tighter into the crook of your neck.
—Dani... —you poked her again, unable to hide your smile.
—Yeah, yeah... now just hug me and sleep.
Sleep ended up winning the battle against the discomfort of the sneakers. You ended up falling asleep with your cheek resting on her chest, breathing at the same heavy, steady rhythm.
When you opened your eyes again, the golden afternoon light had already filtered through the curtains, painting the room's walls a warm orange hue.
The first thing you noticed was that the suffocating pressure on your body had shifted. Daniela was still there, but she wasn’t pinning you down like an anchor anymore; she was holding her phone silently with one hand, while tracing slow, lazy circles on your stomach with the other.
You didn't move. You kept your eyes half-closed, pretending to still be asleep so you could watch the screen without raising any suspicion.
Daniela was on Instagram, automatically scrolling down her feed, dropping casual likes on random posts about art and cars. Suddenly, a notification in the top corner interrupted her scrolling: a direct message from the account @its.ezrela.
The girl had sent her a fucking red heart.
You slightly furrowed your brow under the shadow of your eyelashes while Daniela tapped the notification. Opening the chat laid the evidence out in the open: Ezrela used to reply to almost all of her stories, on top of sending her posts and reels with a pretty suspicious frequency.
To cover up the tiny sting of annoyance that ran through your body, you shifted closer against her and hugged her a bit tighter, making her let out a soft sigh against your hair, though she didn't stop typing.
→ Didn't see you in class.
Okay. She was definitely a friend or a classmate, you thought, trying to calm the waters in your mind.
Ezrela didn't waste a second replying.
its.ezrela: What, did you miss me?
You subtly tensed up. Fine... you were low-key playful like that with Adéla sometimes too, you silently justified her, but the focus with which you were reading every single letter didn't drop at all.
Daniela read the bubble and ignored it completely, typing straight to the point.
→ You failed w Mr. Grumpy.
its.ezrela: Half the class did, lmao
its.ezrela: Anyways, how'd it go for you?
You saw how the Latina's thumbs started moving across the touch screen:
She typed: «I passed»... but erased it right away.
She typed: «I'm saved»... and erased that too.
She typed: «I did good»... erased once more.
You stayed there waiting, watching the empty text bar while she thought about it for a couple of seconds. Finally, she typed with determination.
→ My girl helped me pull it off.
The air got stuck in your throat.
She was... she was talking about you. Just like that, straight up.
The message showed as Sent. The other girl's response took no time to arrive.
its.ezrela: You mean Samara?
Your blood took a complete turn in your veins. The name echoed in your head with a sour note of pure outrage.
—Enjoying the conversation? —Daniela whispered, without even taking her eyes off the phone.
Fuck. She had caught you.
You sat straight up in bed, losing any trace of tiredness or shyness.
—Who is Samara? —you asked right away, locking her down with a sharp glare.
Daniela turned off the phone screen with a sharp snap and set the device face down on the bed, taking her time to react. She turned her face toward you on the pillow, looking at you calmly.
—Nobody —she answered with an easiness that was a hair away from making your blood boil.
—Nobody? —you repeated—. "Ezrela" seemed pretty sure assuming that "your girl" was her.
Daniela let out a lazy sigh and stretched her arms over her head. —A feature, if you wanna be precise —she finally corrected, reaching out a hand to grab the hem of your pants and gently pulling you toward her—. We stopped talking a couple of months ago, around the exact same time. But since people on campus have no life, they assume shit.
You pulled away from her grip, keeping your distance on the bed while looking down at her. —A "feature"? How convenient. And looks like the whole campus and your friend still think you're messing with her.
—Ezrela doesn't know anything about my life. Nobody from there does.
—Still, she threw her name out without hesitating —you insisted.
You saw her roll her eyes.
Seriously, she wasn't playing.
She let out an incredulous huff and sat up on her elbows, instantly losing the lazy posture she had a second ago.
—Are you actually serious right now? —she dropped—. Are you really picking a fight with me over some stupid shit a girl typed on Instagram?
—It's not stupid shit if it's the first thing that comes to her mind when you say "my girl" —you repeated without taking a step back, clenching your fists against the comforter—. If the first thing your circle assumes is that you're still with this Samara girl, she's not that far in the past.
Daniela let out a short, bitter laugh, shaking her head while sitting all the way up on the bed. She ran her hands over her face with pent-up frustration, messing up her black locks before locking a glare onto you that was radiating irritation.
—I stopped talking to Samara! —she stated, raising her voice enough to make the room's silence ring—. I don't see her, I don't text her, I don't give a fuck if she breathes or not. I said "my girl" referring to you, goddamn it, to you! And instead of hearing that, you trip over some random girl's name to interrogate me.
—Because you didn't even bother to clear it up for her! —you called her out, leaning slightly toward her with your heart racing—. You deleted three messages looking for the exact phrase to flex that someone helped you, but when she named her ghost, you said nothing.
—Because I was turning the screen off so I wouldn't keep reading bullshit while you were sleeping on top of me! —Daniela yelled, slamming the mattress with a heavy hit that made the pillows jump—. Do you know how fucking ironic this is?
You froze for a second, startled by the impact of her voice.
—Ironic? —you repeated through clenched teeth.
—Yeah, ironic! —Daniela stood up in a single jump, pacing a couple of steps around the room while running a hand over the back of her neck with an animalistic tension—. I spent the whole nap eating shit. Wondering what made you laugh so much with Sophia, wondering how much you guys were talking like you've known each other your whole life, knowing damn well that Sophia is dying to get between your legs. And I didn't say a single word to you!
You blinked, thrown off by the raw confession she had just dropped. —Sophia just invited me...
—I don't give a fuck if she invited you! —Daniela interrupted you—. I swallowed my jealousy, I swallowed the rage of seeing her so close to you, I didn't call you out on a single thing because I trust you and because I know how the world works... and you come here to put me on trial for a ghost from the past that doesn't even exist in my life?
—Don't mix things up, Daniela! —you exclaimed, standing up to meet her at eye level, your cheeks burning and your voice firm—. What happened with Sophia was a coincidence, she helped me hand you the fucking folder! Absolutely nothing happened in that stupid cafeteria between her and me. Meanwhile, you have half the campus thinking you're still with your ex and you can't even draw a damn line.
—She's not my fucking ex! —she roared, taking two wild steps toward you, cutting the distance until your faces were inches apart—. I told you it was nothing! And I don't give a shit what campus thinks, I give a shit about what happens between these walls!
—Well, looks like you don't care that much if you leave things hanging in the air! —you yelled right in her face.
In the middle of the fight's frenzy, raising your voices to the point that the echoes bounced off the ceiling, both of you had completely forgotten about the camera with the built-in mic that your dad had installed in the hallway. The tape was probably recording every yell, every confession, and every out-of-line word. But neither of you gave a damn at that second.
—What the fuck do you want me to clear up? —she snapped out of nowhere, pointing her index finger at you—. I don't get why you're making a fucking scene! Are we even something?
But behind the raw rage, deep in her eyes, there was an almost vulnerable urgency she couldn't keep hiding. She needed to hear it from your mouth. She needed to know if the passion she pulled over you in bed meant something more, if this fierce possessiveness was mutual, or if to you this was just a game in an empty house.
Her question hit like an icy slap right in the middle of your face. Daniela didn't stop there. Taking another step toward you, her voice cracking with built-up frustration, she added another notch of spice to the moment with zero filter. —Do you even care about being anything more than just having sex? —she asked—. Or after these two weeks are you gonna go back to those shitty boundaries you always try to set whenever your daddy is around?
The venom in her words echoed inside you. Daniela was cashing in on every step back you had taken before, every wall you built out of fear of what people would say.
—Tell me —she insisted in a whisper, getting so close you could feel the frantic warmth of her breath—. Tell me if to you this is just a convenient pastime because the house is empty, or if seeing someone else get this close to me is actually killing your chest as much as seeing Sophia near you kills me.
Dani wasn't waiting for an excuse or a perfect answer. Her hands clenched at the sides of her hips and the lightness with which her lips trembled exposed that she was completely vulnerable, waiting for you to deliver the final blow or finish tearing down the wall between the two of you.
You stayed paralyzed, your heart pounding against your ribs with a deafening force, so heavy you could feel your pulse throbbing behind your eyes. Your mind, which usually worked fast to find the perfect comeback or the right sarcastic shield, went completely blank.
You didn't know what to answer.
You took a deep breath, desperately looking for a way out, a counterattack, a wall to take cover behind, but the ground had collapsed under your feet. Daniela's accusation about the boundaries, about your dad, about the empty house and the lie of "getting along" had destroyed any facade you could hold up. You felt stripped down, exposed in a way that you hadn't even felt between the sheets.
You opened your mouth to formulate a protest, to yell at her, but absolutely nothing came out of your throat. Just a shaky thread of air.
What were you guys really?
The question floated in the tight space between you two like an abyss. If you told her it was just sex, you knew it was a cheap lie. But if you admitted it was something more, if you knocked down that last line of defense, it meant accepting the full weight of what Daniela Avanzini meant in your life: the danger, the suffocating intensity, the potential scandal with your dad and Ana, and the absolute chaos that came with loving someone who didn't know how to love in moderation.
Daniela held eye contact for what felt like centuries. Seeing your lips close without making a sound, the rage inflaming her features started to crack, turning into a grimace of bitter hurt and held-back disappointment. The dark-haired girl took half a step back, letting out a dry laugh that sounded tragically pained.
—That's what I thought —she murmured, shaking her head slowly.
She turned around and walked toward the bedroom window, giving you her back and resting both hands on the frame.
Why did it hurt so much? Your chest was burning with a sharp pain, something you had never anticipated. The mere thought of her believing that to you this was just a game or something disposable felt unbearable.
You took a step forward, cutting down the distance between you two again. —Dani... —you whispered, reaching out your hand to grab her fingers.
The second your fingertips touched her skin, the dark-haired girl ripped her hand away violently, like you had burned her. She didn't turn to look at you; she kept her face expressionless, her breath short and her back tight like a bow about to snap.
—Don't touch me —she ordered.
You didn't listen to her. You reached out your arm again, this time wrapping your hand around her wrist with firmness.
—Listen to me, please... —you tried to ask.
—I said don't touch me! —she yelled, spinning around suddenly and giving you a hard push on the shoulders that made you take two steps back.
Her chest rose and fell heavily. But before she could build up another wall, you lunged forward and wrapped your arms around her, pressing your body against hers in desperation, cutting out any space.
—Let go of me! —she roared, trying to break free while her hands pressed against your ribs to push you away—. Leave me the fuck alone! Let go of me!
You tightened the hug with all your strength, burying your face into her shoulder, feeling the toughness of her tense muscles and the familiar scent of her skin mixed with the perfume you had stolen from her that morning. Daniela struggled with rage, using her strength to twist away, until she managed to get her arms between both of your torsos and pushed you again with enough force to break the contact.
She stepped back two steps, breathing with difficulty, and pointed a trembling finger straight at your face.
—Get out —she stated with a voice broken by helplessness—. Get out to your room.
—No —you answered right away, shaking your head—. I'm not leaving, Daniela.
—I told you to get the fuck out —she repeated, and this time she grabbed you roughly by both shoulders, digging her fingers into the fabric of her own clothes, and tried to drag you toward the door to force you out. But desperation turned you to stone. You planted your feet firmly on the ground, clinging to her body, and Daniela, despite her strength and her usual composure, couldn't move you a single inch toward the exit.
She stayed there, stuck with you halfway to the door, her hands holding your shoulders and her gaze locked onto yours, frustrated that she couldn't kick you out and terrified by the fact that you were staying.
You felt your throat tighten into a cold knot, and before she could yell at you again, you blurted out the truth you had been choking on since day one. —I don't want to mess up what our parents have, Daniela... it's not that I don't want you. Have you ever... thought about how awkward it would be for them to find out what's going on between us?
In a way, you were completely right. And she knew it.
Your dad had always been amazingly good to Daniela, treating her with a respect and affection that her own circle never gave her. And her mom, Ana, looked at you with a sweetness so genuine she practically considered you her second daughter.
The memories hit the Latina hard. A couple of weeks ago, in this very house, Daniela had accidentally overheard your dad on the phone with his best friend, confessing in a voice full of hope about his plans to propose to Ana at some point. They really wanted to be together. They had built something beautiful, mature, and patient, looking to build a real family after years of being lonely.
They wanted to be together.
The cruel irony of the situation was crushing both of you. A romance between the two of you—loaded with the wild intensity, possessiveness, and dominance you shared in private—wouldn't just cause a scandal; it would completely destroy the fragile stability of the family your parents were trying to build.
Daniela's hands slowly loosened on you, sliding down your arms without completely letting go. She lowered her head, letting her forehead drop heavily against your shoulder. You felt the tremble of her shaky breath and the heat of her forehead against your skin.
—Your dad... —she murmured, her voice muffled against the fabric of your clothes, so low you had to strain to hear it—. I heard him talking to a friend on the phone... he said he wanted to propose to my mom.
—He said... that he finally felt like he was building a real family —she continued, and an imperceptible shiver ran down her back.
Your arms, which moments before were holding her in desperation so you wouldn't get pushed away, slowly moved up her back, gently wrapping around her, terrified that the slightest movement would break the person in front of you.
—Hey... —you whispered, feeling your eyes fill with tears that threatened to spill over behind the lenses of your glasses.
Daniela, feeling every shiver of her own body, the unheard-of fragility of a person who always stood as an unshakeable fortress, interrupted you. —I have to act like you're just some stranger living in the room next door... Pretend like I'm not dying to touch you every time you pass by the hallway. Pretend like I don't care if you smile. It's killing me having to hide you.
Yeah. Dani had always tried to convince herself that there was nothing wrong with what they were feeling. She kept repeating in her head, like a mantra to protect herself from the guilt, that you two had met that night at the bar, without knowing who the other person was, under the neon lights, and ending up in that motel room. To her, that night had never been a mistake. It had been destiny, a collision between two strangers who had every right in the world to want each other before the universe forced them to share a home.
—We're not total strangers... we didn't... meet at the bar, Dani —you whispered.
Her body tensed up instantly. Slowly, the dark-haired girl raised her head to look you in the eyes. Her eyelashes were wet and her gaze was wide open, totally thrown off. —What...? —she babbled, blinking in confusion.
—High school in Georgia... —you confessed—. That was the first roof we ever shared, Daniela. Long before our parents ever crossed paths.
The girl's hazel eyes went wide with a mix of surprise and absolute shock.
—You led the Art club —you continued, holding her gaze—. You were the brilliant girl, the one who walked down the halls with a huge binder under her arm, always surrounded by people. And me... I was just a new girl trying to survive that place alongside Adéla.
Daniela froze, her mouth slightly hanging open while memories buried by time began to piece back together in her mind at a violent speed.
—Our worlds were completely different —you added, brushing the tip of your fingers over her warm cheek—. But, somehow, ever since then... we've always been in the same place. We were never strangers, Dani.
The impact of the revelation lasted only a few seconds for Dani. Her eyes, dilated from the shock, locked onto you with a completely renewed fire. The vulnerability that had paralyzed her instantly transformed into a brutal determination. The concept of time, of high school, of the years orbiting each other without knowing it... did nothing but give an overwhelming legitimacy to everything she felt.
Your dad and her mom had the right to be together, yes.
But you two weren't a last-minute surprise. You weren't a one-night mistake at a bar or a temporary teenage phase born from living under the same roof. You had been sharing the same air for years, crossing paths in the shadows of the same hallways, destined to collide sooner or later.
Daniela wasn't gonna back down. God, now she was more than ready to never let you go.
—Georgia... —she repeated.
Before you could react or take a single step back, her hands came up from your waist to the back of your neck with overwhelming firmness. She grabbed your face tightly, digging her fingers into your hair and closing the distance between the two of you with a suddenness that took your breath away. Her lips crashed into yours in a hungry kiss, loaded with all the anger and repressed desire that had been eating her alive from the inside.
She pinned you against the closed door with the full weight of her body, pressing your chest against hers until there wasn't a single millimeter of air between you two.
—Fuck everything —she murmured against your lips, brushing her forehead against yours while her heavy breathing burned your skin—. Fuck what everyone thinks. I've been looking for you for years without knowing it, (y/n). I'm not leaving you now that I have you.
She held your gaze with an almost insane spark, holding your chin so you couldn't look away.
—They can have their family —she stated, sliding her hands down to squeeze your hips with a force that made you let out a muffled gasp—. But you are mine. You were mine at the bar, you were mine at the motel, you were mine in that shitty high school, and you're mine in this house. And I don't give a single fuck what we have to burn down to keep it that way.
The shadow of uncertainty that had tormented her evaporated completely, replaced by the relentless clarity she always used to solve her biggest problems.
—I wasn't joking that day —she added—. When I said I wanted a place of my own. It wasn't a phase.
She paused, sliding her hands down the back of your thighs to lift you up an inch and hold you steady against the wood of the door.
—Our parents are adults. They have the right to live their lives, to propose at Easter if they want, and to build whatever damn family they feel like —she continued, running her thumb over your bottom lip—. But we're adults too. We have our own lives... we have the absolute freedom to grab our stuff and leave this house whenever we want.
A flash of realization lit up your mind.
—An apartment... —you whispered.
—That's right, princesa. We're moving out, leaving the nest wide open for them in total harmony. Let them live their romance in peace, without hiding, without tension. And we'll go somewhere where the walls belong to us, where there are no cameras in the hallways, no side-eyes, and no pretending who we really are.
She leaned in to place a kiss at the base of your neck, pulling a soft sigh out of you before locking eyes with you again.
—We're not gonna cut ourselves off or destroy our relationship with them —she clarified with a sly little smirk touching the corner of her lips—. We'll come over for dinner on Sundays, play the perfect daughters whenever we have to... but at the end of the day, you and I are going home together to our own space. Getting away from them fixes everything.
Daniela pulled you a bit tighter against her body, sealing the unsaid promise in her words. The dilemma that threatened to tear them apart had transformed, in a matter of seconds, into a perfectly organized escape plan.
Feeling the firmness of her body, the raw determination in her voice, and the confidence with which she mapped out both of your futures left you practically on cloud nine.
—Just like that? —you murmured, with a tiny voice that gave away how fast your pulse was racing under her touch.
—Just that fucking easy —she answered without hesitating for a single second.
You felt the warmth of her thigh pressing subtly between yours. Daniela tilted her head, sliding her lips along your jawline slowly, brushing the sensitive skin right under your ear until she made you let out a soft gasp.
—Tomorrow I’m starting to look for spots near my college —she continued in a whisper, her hot breath giving you goosebumps all over your neck—. Two bedrooms if we want to keep up appearances in front of them whenever they come to visit... but we know damn well which of those two rooms you’re gonna be sleeping in every single fucking night.
You smirked against her shoulder, feeling how her fingers dug firmly into your skin, as if she were terrified you’d vanish if she loosened her grip even a millimeter.
—I’m not gonna let guilt or fear take this away from us, princess. It took us way too much to find each other to waste time playing the good stepsisters.
Daniela cupped your face with one hand, resting her thumb on your cheekbone while her other hand held you by your lower back, keeping you suspended against the wood. The intensity of the moment didn't have any anger or desperation left in it; it was just pure fire, the absolute certainty that control was back in her hands and that she had zero intention of ever letting go.
—Now... —she whispered, brushing her lips against yours—... take off your clothes, and let me remind you who you belong to.
She didn't have to tell you twice. Without exchanging a single word more, the clothes began falling to the floor in a clumsy, desperate rush. The red jacket, sweatpants, bras, and damn shoes were left forgotten in a messy heap by the door.
Naked at the same time, the contrast between both of your warm skins touching again was a shock that felt freezing and burning hot all at once.
Daniela was the first to get on the bed. She sat up straight in the center of her mattress, flawless. She reached out an arm and pulled you firmly, forcing you to swing your legs over her to sit directly on her lap, face to face, feeling the weight and firmness of her thighs supporting you.
As you settled over her pelvis, the direct contact pulled a muffled gasp out of you. You felt the hardness of her erection pressing directly against your crotch, right in the center of your open legs. Daniela didn't thrust it in all at once; instead, she used the pressure of her hips to rub the warm, wet tip against your sensitive center, ripping a shudder out of you that made you start getting wet instantly.
—I thought... I thought you were gonna teach me how to drive —you gasped with a shaky voice.
—We’ll do that tomorrow —she murmured while bringing a hand down to her own dick to line it up right between your wet labia—. I promise.
—Dani... —you begged in a tiny voice, feeling how the broad tip was starting to overcome the resistance and slowly make its way inside you.
Daniela guided the descent slowly but relentlessly, sinking into you inch by inch until she completely filled you up.
—Come on, amor... —she whispered, resting her forehead against yours as she listened to you pant in pure pleasure—. We argued, we threw words at each other, I pushed you, and we cried... Now it’s our turn for the good part.
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