my fiesty bodyguard

Velvet Paula Adams.. what every one called her, bodyguard to her best friend caused by life's situations that brought her to her knees. discarded love, unwanted by family. "I'm junk Killian, no one wants me, " she said wiping the self depreciating tears off her face before standing with her back straight, the stance of a bodyguard... because that's all she'd ever be.. " it seems I have a type then, if your junk, I'm a dumpster" he said wrapping his hand around her waist, pulling her close, so close she could feel his hot breadth fan her nose creating a tingling sensation. his words made her eyes cloud with tears as she indulged herself in his warmth. he pulled her head up making her face him. " Red...." he called out softly. she hummed in reply refusing to face him, her eyes darting anywhere else than his godlike face. "I have a secret to tell, one I've kept for as long as I've known you for" he whispered teasingly. " speak, I won't tell she told him, glad there was a change of topic " I promise..." "alright" he said moving closer to her till his lips brushed gently against her ear "I'm in love with MY FIESTY LITTLE BODYGUARD "