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Daniela knows she’s crossing a line.
She thinks that as she watches him with his wide smile prompting a deep charming dimple, and those wild curls bouncing as he steps out of the car. The warm sunlight catches on his shoulders which softens the edges of his silhouette as he lifts a hand and gives her that little wave she’s supposed to melt for.
He’s expecting a hug.
Daniela smiles. She even sighs when his strong arms wrap around her. But her smile fades the moment she buries her face in the crook of his neck.
It fades because this should mean something. Because Jonah flew all the way from Toronto to watch her hometown show, her big night, and spend Thanksgiving with her family. Because any other girl would feel lucky. Because she knows he cares. Because this should feel right.
But it doesn’t.
Because the only person she’s thinking about is Sophia.
The way Sophia hugs her. Soft arms, not the strongest, but warm in a way that slips straight under Daniela’s ribs. The kind of hug you remember on your worst days because nothing else in the world feels that gentle.
The way her eyes curve into those tiny crescents when she smiles, like she is made of light. Which is the prettiest thing Daniela has ever seen, and she has seen a lot.
And her hair. That long, black, silky sheet that always slides off her shoulder just right. Daniela never says it out loud, but she wants to run her fingers through it every time. Wants to bury her face in it, and let it pool in her hands while she breathes it in.
And then there was the other thing. The one she has absolutely no business thinking about right now.
Sophia on her knees.
Sophia’s mouth on her.
Sophia’s tongue on her cunt dragging slow, then faster, soft and wet and devastating.
The way Daniela had come undone in the dark basement with her breath hitching and thighs shaking. Her palm over her mouth as she tried so hard to keep quiet. The air had been thick and hot around them while her fingers were tangled in Sophia’s hair. Her pulse hammering in her throat while Sophia held her hips down and ruined her.
Sophia.
Who has been undoing her in quiet and breathless stolen moments ever since that night this all started. Who knows exactly how to pull her apart with just a single and knowing glance.
And now Jonah was standing here, smiling at her like the world was perfectly fine. Like she hadn’t had Sophia between her legs ten minutes ago. Like Daniela wasn’t still shaking from it.
Daniela looks at Jonah’s smile and she almost feels bad. Almost.
But the memories of Sophia. Her delicate touch, her ravaging mouth, her soft weight, and her control. All of it swallows the guilt whole.
Because once you’ve been under Sophia’s hands or attention, or the way she says your name like she’s the only one allowed to — how are you supposed to go back to anything else?
-
The night has been unreal.
Daniela feels the emotion swelling in her chest as she soaks in the crowd’s cheers with their energy high, the blinding lights that scatter all over the stage. Her hometown, her family in the audience, her first Atlanta show with KATSEYE. It’s the kind of moment she used to dream about.
Her breathing is still uneven when her eyes automatically scan the arena, searching.
And there he is. Standing right beside her parents with that wide and proud smile she used to scream internally over. Their eyes meet as he mouths I love you. sweetly.
It should feel magnetic like it used to.
But nothing sparks. Not really. Not the way it did in the beginning and not the way it should.
If she thinks about it, Jonah is everything she used to say she wanted. Tall. Charming. Dependable. Handsome in that classic, fairytale way. The kind of man girls point at and whisper about, which she knows very well, because she’s had to handle the attention he gets more times than she can count.
Perfect. He’s perfect.
So why does it feel like something inside her went quiet?
Why does her chest feel empty where the thrill should be?
Jonah doesn’t make her feel like Sophia does.
A warm hand slides around her waist which is gentle but sure, and Daniela doesn’t even have to look. She already knows that touch. She knows that presence. The next voice that pours from the speakers is smooth and melodic, and her whole body responds before her mind can catch up.
Sophia.
A soft, playful kiss lands on her cheek which is innocent to everyone watching but devastating to Daniela. Her breath stutters as Sophia’s eyes meet hers, wide and angelic under the stage lights. No one else in the stadium sees anything unusual, but Daniela feels it. That flicker and that glint just behind Sophia’s sweetness.
The quiet claim.
The hand on her waist tightens, barely, but enough that Daniela feels it everywhere.
Sophia keeps singing her line with her voice steady, eyes brushing over Daniela one last time.
And the look. God, that look says it so clearly.
You’re mine.
-
Daniela had always loved Thanksgiving at home.
The noise and the warmth along with the clattering of pots and pans. Her mom humming while putting the finishing touches on dishes that smell like childhood. It usually wraps around her like a familiar blanket. She would slip into the role she knew well: the proud hometown daughter, the success story, the girl her family brags about to relatives she barely remembers.
But tonight feels different.
Maybe it is the show from last night, the high she still hasn’t come down from or maybe it was Jonah being here who's navigating her home's kitchen like he’d been born into it.
Maybe it was Sophia.
…It was definitely Sophia.
Sophia is standing near the dining table, holding a tray of glasses as if she hadn’t been the reason Daniela was trembling in a basement a few nights ago. She's smiling politely at her mom with her hair tucked behind her ear, her eyes flicking over to Daniela like she can't help it.
Daniela swallows, her pulse stuttering as she watches her.
Sophia looks good. Too good. Soft curls falling over her shoulder with a cozy cream sweater hugging her waist, her skin warm and glowing under the kitchen lights. She doesn’t look like someone who has been touching Daniela in ways she shouldn’t. She doesn’t look like someone whose mouth had—
Daniela bit down hard on the inside of her cheek.
Not now. Not here.
Jonah’s laughter booms from the living room as he attempts to help her dad fix a crooked painting. Daniela’s mother adores him, everyone adores him. He is the kind of man people trusted on sight.
“Dani, sweetheart, can you help carry the turkey?” her mom calls from the kitchen.
Daniela shakes herself out of the spiral. “Yeah, sorry, I got it.”
She brushes past Sophia on the way to the counter, and Sophia’s hand brushed her arm in a way that felt too intentional to be accidental.
The contact was brief. Barely anything. But Daniela’s breath caught anyway.
Sophia doesn't look at her, doesn't smile or acknowledge the touch at all. She simply picks up the pitcher of iced tea and walks toward the table as if her touch hasn’t set Daniela on fire. Daniela hates the effect she had on her and she hates that Sophia probably knew.
As she grabs the heavy platter, Jonah appears beside her with a grin.
“Let me help,” he offers as his hand brushes her back in that easy and familiar way. It used to make her giddy but now it barely registered, not when she can still feel the ghost of Sophia’s fingers on her skin.
“Thanks,” she says, plastering on the best smile she can
He places a kiss on her temple while his hand wraps casually on her arm. “Proud of you, babe.”
Daniela's stomach twists because it doesn't feel right. The grasp is too tight and calloused. His rough and big hands that girls usually go crazy over because it's supposed to make fucking better.
It doesn't even excite her as it used to before.
Sophia happened to look over at that exact moment but her expression doesn’t even change. Although something in her eyes flickers and it is quick and sharp which is gone in a second, Daniela feels her heart slam hard against her ribs because that look excites her more than Jonah's hand or kisses ever could.
She is already in trouble and they haven’t even sat down yet.
Daniela walks toward the dining table once most of the food is set up with the room buzzing of chatter and the faint clatter of silverware. She’s halfway there when both Jonah and Sophia move at the same time, hands reaching for her chair.
“Oh—I got it,” Jonah says with the same usual grin, full boyfriend privilege mode, his hands already gripping the back of the chair.
“Sorry,” Sophia says, sweet as sugar. “Force of habit. We sit together during meals on tour.”
Daniela freezes for just a moment, amused and mortified all at once. The two of them tug gently at the chair, Jonah’s broad shoulders pressing against hers while Sophia’s hand brushing his as if daring him to win.
Jonah raises an eyebrow, clearly not used to resistance. “Uh… yeah, I still got it.”
Sophia tilts her head, unfazed. “Maybe. But I insist.” Her smile is soft, almost innocent, but now Daniela can see something bursting in her eyes.
“Guys—really,” Daniela murmurs as she tries to sound exasperated but fails miserably. Her heartbeat is erratic, and it's definitely because of the small brush of Sophia’s fingers against hers which makes her palms tingle.
Jonah steps back slightly, letting her glance go to Sophia. “Are you sure?” he asks, still holding on in a half-smile, clearly enjoying the competition.
Sophia leans just slightly closer, her voice playful. “Positive. I won’t let anyone else do it. Not today.”
Daniela swallows, trying to focus on anything else but her chest is hammering. This is making her so excited, but she doesn't exactly know why. Maybe it's because Sophia acts so innocent, almost like a best friend that cares too much, making sure the boyfriend fights hard to go above and beyond the bare minimum, but the real case is that she's literally trying to claim her territory.
It does something to Daniela that she can't even explain apart from the continuous tingle down her stomach.
Finally, Jonah lets go, giving Sophia the chair. She kneels just enough to guide it back, hands brushing Daniela’s sides as she does so. The warmth is electric, too close to innocent, and Daniela almost forgets she has a boyfriend standing nearby.
“You good, babe?” Jonah asks, a little confused and a little amused.
Daniela blinks rapidly. “Yeah,” she says, forcing herself to smile. “Thanks.”
Sophia straightens the chair with a tiny, almost imperceptible squeeze at Daniela’s waist. Their eyes meet for a fleeting second, a spark passing between them that makes Daniela’s knees threaten to buckle.
Jonah clears his throat. “Right… nice teamwork?”
Sophia smiles sweetly, voice low. “Always.”
Daniela sits, caught between the safe, familiar touch of Jonah and the thrilling, dangerous electricity radiating from Sophia.
And she already knows the chair isn’t the only thing being tugged on tonight.
Dinner was a blur of plates clinking and voices overlapping while her mom keeps on feeding everyone. Her dad tells embarrassing childhood stories that made Jonah laugh too hard while the girls of KATSEYE squeeze tightly around the table with her family, mingling like they have been part of the household for years.
It should have been cozy or easy but every moment feels like a test that Daniela is failing because of the sole reason that Sophia sits across from her. Her seat is completely unassuming and chosen at random, but it is perfectly positioned to kill Daniela slowly. She looks so put-together and calm as she keeps on smiling at jokes, nodding politely when her mom offers more mashed potatoes.
But her foot brushes Daniela’s ankle under the table exactly once, and the accidental-but-not-really contact sent Daniela’s fork clattering loudly against her plate.
Jonah looks over. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” Daniela sputters. “Just dropped it.”
Sophia lowers her gaze to her plate with the faintest curl at the corner of her mouth. It's just playing footsie under the table but it already makes Daniela feel a low churn on her stomach.
The anticipation of being caught, the thrill of the risk along with the guilt that keeps her heart hammering… it all coils together, sharp and impossible to ignore.
Her mind screams at her to stop, to focus on Jonah and act normal. But her body betrays her entirely with every instinct alive and burning waiting for what might happen next. Despite the chaos of her own emotions or the guilt gnawing at her, a tiny, dangerous thrill unfurls inside her that can’t help.
She doesn’t want to stop.