My Bodyguard

Chapter 27

Mia's POV

Waking up with an aching feeling on my legs, I attempt to stand up. I'm hungry and my stomach won't stop grumbling. Alright, give me a minute will you.

The side of my bed was neatly made as if Killian was never here. He must of woke up early since people would get suspicious.

I let out a loud sigh wanting Killian's arms wrapped around me, pressing kisses across my face and rubbing circles along my arm to let me fall asleep easier.

The memory of last night was still clear. I don't know what this is between us but whatever this is, I hope I don't regret my decision. I don't him to to prove himself to me, because he already did. I trust him. I care about him. And most importantly, I love him.

It's weird saying those words. I love him. Even then when I was dating Aaron, did I never say I loved him. But with Killian it's different. I wouldn't have this any other way.

Shifting so I was now sitting against the headboard, I notice a plain shirt covering my body. It rested just above my thigh, barely covering it.

My stomach started grumbling again. Give me a minute.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Every movement I make, the worse between my leg feels. He really kept his promise. Biting my tongue, I heaved myself off the bed. I thought I was doing well, until my legs gave up and fell face down on the floor. I landed with a loud thud, cursing under my breath.

Rolling over on my back, the door to my room burst open. Arching my neck to look, I find Killian gaping down at me. Finally, did he burst into a fit of laughter, closing the door behind him.

"Falling me for me, love?" He teases, crouching beside me. He was back to wearing his usual suit.

I scowled at him. "I already did you baboon!" Feeling my head for any blood or bruise, it seemed fine except for the pain between my legs. I grin as my stomach grumbled once again. "Hear that," I say, pointing to my stomach. "My baby needs to be fed, so help me up."

That playful grin on his face never faltered as he cocked his head to the side. He's enjoying this. That motherfucker.

"This is your fault you know."

"Oh really?" He trails a finger along my leg, up to my thigh. "I wasn't the one moaning and begging for me to fuck you harder..." his words trailed off quieter, his fingers inching close to my pussy. As sore as I was, I can never turn this down.

I groan in defeat as he pulled back his hand, grinning in victory. "Fine. Fine, I'll admit to that... but it was worth it in the end," I admit. I wasn't embarrassed by what we did, but the opposite. "Now, please help me up. My baby and I are hungry."

He chuckles before lifting me in his arms and placing me back on the edge of my bed. He stands between my legs, cupping my face. "I'll go asked someone to get you something," he says, placing a kiss on my forehead. Before leaving, he hands be a small box, no bigger than my palm. "Open this later."

I eye the box on my palm, wondering what it is. "What is it?" I question.

"You'll find out later."

Without another word, he left.

Moments later, a maid brought in a tray of pancakes, three different types of fruits, and a smoothie. Yum. I gobbled it up like a starving lunatic leaving nothing behind.

The box beside me was sat waiting to be opened. I wonder what it is.

Screw this.

I grabbed the box without hesitation and opened it. I slapped a hand over the mouth, unable to move. A rose gold locket shaped in a heart perched inside the box. It was simple, yet beautiful.