Your bodyguard is mute. You’ve never heard his voice because he can’t talk. Xavier is the son of your fathers friend and he is four years older than you are.

At first you thought that him being mute was a gift sense you never wanted a bodyguard but your father insisted. Now you don’t see it as a gift, but more of a curse.

His lack of speech makes it awkward between the two of you. He follows you everywhere yet never says a thing. Sometimes you forget and ask him questions or talk to him but you get embarrassed and your cheeks flush every time when he doesn’t answer.

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You’re sitting in the plane and you look out the window to look at the view. You turn towards Xavier and clear your throat.

“Nod if you can hear me,” you say.

His eyes are closed, but he nods slowly. He’s wearing a black compression shirt which reveals his tattoos down his arms. Xavier sits across you with his arms crossed and head leaning back against the chair.

“Look outside your window, it’s so pretty,” you smile and stare at the view in awe.

Xavier opens his eyes and looks out the window before looking at you. He leans forward, tucking a hair behind your ear.

”You’re prettier,” he whispers.

You gasp, “You can talk!?”