"Sometimes I like talking to you." I admitted quietly while dropping my gaze to my hands  "I like your company when you are not mad at me."

His expression changed suddenly. The features on his face remained hard and defined but the emotion he wore was nothing but soft.

"I am never mad at you." He affirmed with a gruff sigh "Fuck, I could never be mad at you."

Another yawn escaped me as I spoke again "I think that I might secretly like your personality, and I have no idea why. You are so annoying."

Stone chuckled and I basked in the warm rumble of a sound. I wrapped my arms and legs around him tighter as I listened to the deep noise in his chest.

"You are going to regret everything in the morning, Medusa."

I stretched up and placed my chin on his shoulder before murmuring "I probably won't remember anything."

My messy room that appeared like a bomb had gone off in a library welcomed us.

The goliath guest looked around the area as if he was trying to memorise every part of the room before he left.

Stone walked over to my bed and pulled back the sheets. He gently set me on the bed so that my head carefully rested again the pillow. He pulled the bedsheets over me and made they were covering up to my neck.

I looked up at my ceiling. The same ceiling, I peered up at when I cried myself to sleep at night.

"Can you stay a while longer?" I whispered into the darkness.

The bed creaked and drastically shook when the colossal sized man sat down on the mattress next to where I lay.

I reached out into the dark with my hand and it quickly got enveloped by a larger hand.

A tingly feeling like electricity danced along me as Stone gently caressed the skin on my palm.

We stayed like that for what felt like an hour. We stayed in silence as the large hand caressed my own and I looked into the darkness and wished that I could see his face.

"Why are you with him?" The deep demanding voice spoke up after a long while of quiet.

"I don't know." I replied which was truer than the first answer I gave him at the beach "Maybe it was to make myself feel less lonely."

The heated tingles continued to tickle my hand. They also touched my face when the other hand belonging to the man on my bed softly moved a piece of hair so that it was tucked behind my ear.

"You smell like leather and engine grease. Like a really manly smell." I admitted when he neared to move my hair "I love it."

Stone never said anything. He continued to hold my hand in the dark.

"Do I smell like anything?" I voiced when did not speak.