His Little One✔️

7. The urge to kiss him.

"Marcello." I murmured, a little happy on the inside to see him as I marched to stand before him.

I tried to suppress the smile that was threatening to grace my lips as I stared up into his blue eyes that peered back down into mine before he walked over to me and grasped my chin within his hand forcing me to look up to him and make eye contact.

His palm touched my skin, and I felt my cheeks and skin heat up as I flushed sheepishly in response to him. I was instantly enveloped and enticed by his aroma.

"Tell me, Amia Snow, do you have a thing for danger?" I glanced away from his burning eyes as he asked the question.

I felt like a child about to be scolded by my father. He was clearly upset with me, yet I didn't feel threatened by him despite that.

"N-no." I shyly answered him.

"Then why did I get word that you fraternizing with a mob boss?" His delicate pink lips caught my attention briefly before I turned my attention back to his eyes.

"I-I was not engaging in any social interaction. I was simple on my way home I when I was stopped." I told him the reality.

Marcello held my face while I stared at him and he continued to stare into my eyes before letting go. He might have wanted to know more or been checking to see if I was telling the truth.

"He want an amicable meeting with you." I muttered.

"Amia, I might not have had the power to prevent you from getting harmed. After finishing your work from now on, you won't stop to talk to anyone or have any conversations with anyone who even vaguely resembles me—a thug, in other words—and you'll go directly home after finishing your shift. In fact, I'm imposing a restriction on you working the night shifts." While hearing his order, I pouted.

I reluctantly agreed, but I did so because I knew I had to if I wanted to survive and avoid death, and I also knew it would be pointless to object. Mostly, though, I nodded because I was happy to see how upset he was that I might have been harmed.

I stood watching Marcello as he sat down on the nearby sofa while he was paying close attention to me. He appeared to have sensed right away that I was hesitant to ask a question.

"Whatever it is, spill it out little one." He urged.

"What are your intentions toward him? Are you going to harm him?" I looked down while fumbling with my hands.

"Even though I am aware of your altruism, Amia Snow, situations involving things beyond your scope of expertise ought to be left disregarded for your own protection." Marcello spoke.

"A-are you angry with me?" I timidly questioned him as he continued to intently watch me for a good while before answering.

"I'm not little one." I don't know why but I was relieved hearing his words and I smiled whilst nodding my head.

He kept watching me intently as I remained nervously in place, my want to approach him overwhelming me and destroying any previously held rational beliefs. He was so charismatic, I could not help but be smitten with him.

"Are you here merely as a result of the conversation I had with a person that I shouldn't have?" Curious, I asked an inquiry.

I was desperate for him to say no so I could be sure he wasn't just there to reprimand me. I secretly wanted him to come simply to see me since, although I kind of wanted to see him, I was hesitant to reach out to him because of the fear of being rejected.

"I'm here because the person that saved my life might've been targeted and as such I'm here to ensure that your safe and well and that no harms has come to you." He replied, which deeply disappointed me.

I was nevertheless pleased that he took my safety into consideration but yet sad that he only thought of my safety and nothing else.

"Elizabeth has been questioning me since-" I moved forward to him, but my speech was interrupted in the middle.

"Who the hell is Elizabeth?" I internally smiled hearing his words.

"The woman you spoke with when you first arrived at the restaurant." I made an attempt to recall his memory.

He finally spoke after a while of gazing at me, saying, "I have absolutely no interest in any of your colleagues, Amia Snow; I was only being courteous that day." I looked away from him and hesitantly smiled.

"From now on, my men will remain posted outside your home during the day and night to keep you safe and protected until I judge that you are safe enough," He said. As Marcello rose from the chair and appeared to be about to depart.

Something within me desperately didn't want for him to leave. I pouted, wanting for him to stay and be in his presence.

Even though his words just now should be considered troubling and I should be asking questions that are relevant to am I going to be in danger? And how long will I be under protection for? But obviously I wasn't considered to be normal as the next words that came out of my mouth shocked even me.

"A-are you a coffee person? I muttered blushing, nervously moving back from him a little distance before turning to face the opposite direction.

He was only a few feet away from me when I glanced up at him and noticed that he had moved forward a few steps. I could almost smell his delicious yet manly aroma as I stared up at him.

His presence this close to me made me want to lean forward and mold into his chest and snuggle there, once again why I felt this way was mind-boggling to me.

"Coffee, little one?" I was unable to keep my smile at bay as he glanced down at me.

I clenched my lips because I didn't believe I could control myself from saying something dumb. Marcello's presence was everything I could possibly want, and I thought he had somehow cast a spell on me. Anyone would've been threatened but here I was completely the opposite.

Maybe I wasn't right in the head?

I took a deep breath of his scent and closed my eyes in utter joy as his fingers stroked the side of my neck, caressing my cheeks and igniting ravenous yearning inside me. His hand then gripped my chin, forcing me to look up at him.

I lifted my hand and resting it on his firm chest as I felt the courage to do more, some part of me just knew Marcello wouldn't stop me. I felt daring.

He kept looking at me, and I timidly bit my lip again and smiled while looking at his lips. Marcello could see me doing this, which made me feel even more nervous because he now knew what I had intended to do.

I did the unthinkable. I took action that no one with a rational mind would have done. I tipped on my toes and accomplished the task that my mind had been pleading with me to complete for a very long time.

I kissed Marcello.