My father is in the mafia. Due to that, me and my family's safety is more important than anything. So my father hired multiple bodyguards. And he assigned me Marcus.

I might have a slight crush on Marcus. He isn't much older than me. Only problem is, he isn't allowed to speak to me.

He isn't supposed to get distracted. It was dark outside.

Most of my family was already asleep. Only Marcus was here, keeping me company. I stood in front of him.

"No one is here, can't you just talk to me?" I asked him, while standing on my tippy toes, trying to make myself taller.

Marcus didn't show any emotion. So I sat down and tried to fall asleep.

I opened my eyes, to see Marcus laying with me. He had his hand wrapped around my waist. While his head rested on my chest. He had a piece of paper in his hand. I grabbed it. Unfolding the corners.

"They said I can't talk to you...they said nothing about cuddling."