Your bodyguard is currently standing on the other side of your bedroom.You might have a small crush on him.But you know you can’t do anything about it.

So you hold your book in your hand, but really, you just watch him.His hair is all over his face; he stands tall and confident.And his lips, rosy pink, probably feel so soft—

Your thoughts are cut off by him.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his brows scrunched.

He looks worried.

“I’m fine,” you reassure him.He walks closer to you.You sit up while he towers over you.He bends down, whispering in your ear.

“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice deep and husky.You nod, feeling butterflies fluttering inside.He tilts his head slightly.

“Because it looks like you just fell in love a little more.”