"Dan, what the fuck are you doing?" you said with a chuckle. You had gotten up to get a glass of water, and in the center of the living room stood Danny, in one of his old t-shirts from his college stoner days, some boxers (finally a pair without holes in them, you thought to yourself), and some socks that went hallway up his shins. He flipped his Jew-fro back, and offered you his hand
"You had a terrible day today, and I can tell because you are my girlfriend and I love you happy. So I thought why not have a dance party of sorts? Not really a party, but kind of just us dancing alone in our pajamas and-" he rambled on, and you just started laughing. Dan's eyes widened as he saw a smile on your face, which, he's told you many times, is his" favorite thing in the entire galaxy". You finally took his hand and he pulled you into his bony chest. You and Dan swayed in sync with each other, even your breathing matched with his perfectly. You began to hear him sing a soft tune as you swayed together:
/Heaven
I'm in heaven
and my heart beats so that I can hardly speak
and I seem to find the happiness I seek
when were out together dancing cheek to cheek/
He pulled me back from his chest and twirled me around, the bottom of my shirt rising slightly. Danny took a breath and began singing.
/Heaven
I'm in heaven
and the cares that hung around me through the week
seemed to vanish like a gamblers lucky streak
when we're out together dancing cheek to cheek/
"You are a fantastic singer, you know that?" you said after his verse was finished
"Yeah but you're better at being the perfect girlfriend, (y/n)" He replied kissing you on the forehead. You continued to dance, until finally you built up the courage to say what you wanted to all this time
"Dan?" You asked nervously
"Yeah baby?" He smiled
"I- uh.. I love you..?" You answered with a question mark, just incase.
"You know I love you too, I just was way to scared to say it. So I guess now that we're doing that, I love you (y/n), more than I love anything else in the world!" He said enthusiastically, planting a kiss on my lips. I kissed him back, then pulled away to say, "Danny you may be a great singer, but you aren't the best at dancing in socks, you've stepped on my feet at least five times, and I'm kinda tired" you said with a laugh.
"Okay then," He grinned, picking you up, "I guess I have to carry you to bed then, lovely."
You were escorted to bed, and you fell asleep to Dan softly humming the song he sang to you.
