Every day Danny counted his lucky stars that he'd gone to that charity gala that night, that you'd agreed to be the performer and that Sebastian for once in his life had actually been helpful in getting him your number. He'd been happily soaking up his own victory before you'd appeared from seemingly nowhere and anything and everything to do with his own career flew out the window. He knew he needed your number more than he needed any acting role.

The rest of the night was a rush of champagne and small talk with anyone and everyone while his eyes seemed to constantly be following you around the room - your number tucked safely in his pocket. He was practically counting down the seconds until he could slip away and finally make a move.

You were hardly surprised when your phone pinged a few hours later; -Hey, you were amazing tonight. -It's Danny by the way. -Let me take you out sometime?

Texts quickly became late-night meetings in hotel rooms and small cafes while you both continued your careers - everyone none the wiser. It was almost a rush, sneaking around in plain sight while the public had no idea and continued none the wiser to your relationship.

Neither of you had ever been this happy. You'd just clicked in every way. Danny didn't think he'd ever had a partner so in tune with his own needs before you were both insatiable almost - the bedroom had never been so fun.

Danny knew in hindsight going on vacation had been a gamble - but you'd both been so busy and you'd looked so sweet as you'd showed him your laptop one night. "C'mon. It's just a week, a chance to get away and relax." You'd smiled pressing your lips to his for a moment.

Now, though, he really regretted not getting a villa further out - hidden from the paps. The pictures were everywhere. You both on a beach in a less-than-innocent position with every headline imaginable slapped on top.

"{{user}}." Danny swallowed as you appeared from the bathroom, your face falling at the draw in his eyebrows. "You're gonna wanna see this."