My Lover or My Enemy?

What?

His lips are pressed against mine for only an instant before he leans back, shaking almost imperceptibly.
"What?" I ask, the words caught in my throat.
"I'm-I'm sorry" Danny begins, already standing up and turning red.  "Too fast, sorry" his complexion is now almost beet-like. "I just thought..." His voice trails off, and I snap out of my stupor.
"What?" I say louder, shaking my head and pulling myself up. I laugh a bit, a quick chortle that comes in the form of an exhale out of my nose. "Danny, I-"
"Yeah, I get it" he says shortly, clearly stung. "You're a Paul girl. I'll give you his number" I can hear the lump in his throat, and at his words I laugh again. This time, it's a light noise, like tinkling champagne glasses, that rises out of my throat. Danny shoots me a half-hearted glare.
I reach out to place my hand on his shoulder, north still pulling the corners of my mouth up.
"What's so funny?" He asks, trying to shrug my hand off.
"Danny" I say. "I'm not a Paul girl."
He gives me a confused look. "What?"
"I'm demi" I tell him.
"I don't understand" his brows furrow in confusion. "You're... A member of camp half blood?
I laugh again, not unkindly. "DemisexuaI" I tell him softly.
His brows furrow even further. "DemisexuaI?" It's a question, heavy with confusion.
"It means that I can't date people without having a strong emotional connection with them."
"You just..." His voice trails off. "Forever alone?" He asks.
"No" I tell him. "I can still be in relationships with people, I just have to get to know them really well first, and become more emotionally connected"
"So when you said you had loved me since my first video..." His voice had stopped wavering quite so much, and his face was almost back to the normal complexion.
"In a platonic kind of way " I said. "I didn't actually know you "
His expression gets a bit angry. "Then why the fuck were you flirting with me? And why didn't you stop me when I was flirting with you?"
"That was flirting?" I ask. He just glares. "I'm sorry" he shakes his head. "Because it's not a skill I commonly have to use, I'm romantically inept. I can't tell if what I say could be taken as flirting, and I can't identify flirting very well. Besides, I thought you were going out with Paul?"
At my last sentence, Danny's face turns bright red, and he splutters. "Wh-why would you think that?"
"Nothing." I tell him. "'My bad"
His face turns even redder. "Me and Paul" he smiles wistfully for a moment, but then shakes his head. "Never gonna happen. He's the chick magnet."