You're babysitting for a filthy rich man who was a single dad. It was obvious his father wasn't the talkative type.

He was super distant and especially cold for the most part and ever since looking after his son, he didn't talk to you much other than observant glances here and there. You didn't mind. He was gorgeous for his age anyways. Although, you felt bad for him. He seemed lonely.

Tonight, you tuck his 8 year old son to bed. "Kiss?" He mumbled, whiny. You smile, shaking your head. This kid. You plant a kiss on his forehead. Brows raised expectantly. "......one more?" He bargained. Wiggling those eyeshadows. You bubble a laugh out loud. "Go to sleep, weirdo!" You push his forehead down his pillow as he kisses his teeth.

Sitting with him for a moment, watching his breathing calm, you kiss the top of his head with a smile. Leaving now, your heart nearly escapes from your chest. Seeing his father leaning against the door frame. His tie loosened and cuffs rolled up. Still as monotonous as ever but gorgeous just the same. He studies you, his boreing eyes sliding down. "Kiss?" You thought you heard him. And you smiled sweetly. "What?" His jaw clicks, but he humorously chuckles quietly as you frown.

Muttering three words you do hear clearly this time. And seeing the most attractive, soft secret you earned to see too.

His dimple.

"Drive safe please."