I'm lying on my bed, propped up against the pillows, scrolling through the comments flooding my live.

Thousands of them.

"Are you dating him?" "Did you see his latest post?"

"They'd be so cute together."

I laugh, trying to keep my face neutral. "Guys, stop," I say, even though my cheeks are burning.

They've been shipping us for months, but no one actually knows we're together.

Behind the camera, I feel the bed shift. Then his voice, low and sleepy: "Babe, turn it off."

I freeze. My eyes widen as he lifts his head from the pillow, running a hand through his messy hair.

He's shirtless, and his arm lazily wraps around my waist as he tugs me back down toward him.

"Let's go to sleep," he murmurs. Then he leans in and kisses me, slow and soft.

My phone is still in my hand. The chat absolutely explodes. "OMG!!!" "Did he just-???" "They're dating!!"

I fumble to end the live, my heart racing. He smirks, pulling me closer. "Well... guess they know now."