My legs felt like jelly under me. I stretched before running a hand through my hair.

My hair was a mess. It was tangled into one big bird's nest.

"With your bed head you do look like Medusa" Stone chuckled, his voice still rough and hoarse.

"I didn't even get that chance to dye my hair back to green because you were here." I gritted out while trying to comb my fingers through my hair "Anyway, you are hypocrite. Your hair is messy too."

The small smirk he wore grew in size. He was enjoying my flushed state far too much.

Stone's veins on his left bicep bulged out as he tried to tame the black short strands of his hair "That is because a certain girl who slept on top of me kept touching it."

"Shut up!" I exclaimed, "It is too early in the morning to deal with you."

I remained embarrassed as he still wore the small smirk on my face. He continued to watch me as I paced the living room with a red face.

"It was a coincidence that I ended up on top of you. I was tired and I didn't know what I was doing." I felt the need to defend myself "I have never done anything like that before."

He rose to his full towering height as he gnarled "I should hope so. I would have to go and kill someone."

I blinked once and he was in front of me.

His huge torso blocked my view of anything else as he lingered above me.

My stomach growled and I almost mistook it for being Stone.

To break the tension of our closeness, I peered up at him and delivered quietly "Are you hungry?"

His dark eyes rested their sights on my lips when he grumbled out one word "Ravenous."

"I make really great pancakes." I blurted out "Just pick an ingredient."

"Apples."

This guy really did have an obsession with apples.

I nodded before I made my way through to the kitchen and grabbed the ingredients.

I grabbed a glass bowl before adding eggs, milk and some sugar to a mixture. I grabbed two apples from a bowl and peeled them before I attempted to mash them.

After five attempts of trying to mash the apples with a spoon, two arms came from either side of me and did it for me.

Stone was standing directly behind me as he did so. His heavy body pressed me as he continued to help, and he leaned down so that his warm breath tickled the back of my neck.

I turned my head and raised an eyebrow at him while I curiously challenged "Can you crush an apple in one hand?"

He grabbed another apple from the bowl and after two seconds of him gripping it tightly, it crushed under his strength.