Stone was not oblivious to the underlying meaning of Chase's words. He stepped forward and slammed his palm onto the table before he leant down to the jock and lowly threatened him.

I did not hear what Stone said but it made Chase go pale.

With my mouth agape, I reached up and tried to pull him back. Without saying another word to my second-long-study-buddy, I pushed Stone away from the table and towards the door.

He willingly moved under my touch. There was no way I would be able to move the massive multiple-hundred-pound pile of muscle if he did not want to go.

When the sea breeze hit my face, I walked a few metres ahead of him before motioning back inside and asking, "What was that back there?"

"He is so fucking lucky." He gritted out, the veins in his neck pulsing viciously "For what he was trying to hint about you, I wanted to end his pathetic life."

"He was trying to get a rise out of you." I sighed frustratedly "And it worked."

His big hard chest moved up and down erratically. His dark eyes were flicking between me and the ice cream place like he was contemplating going back and finishing taking out his rage on the blonde quarterback.

"I was teaching him centuries old literature." I felt the need to clarify "We were not having a candle lit dinner."

Stone strode over and closed the gap between us so that he could hover over men. He moved so close that I had to crane my neck upwards so that I could peer up at him.

"We are just friends." I told him with an aggravated sigh "He is not trying to get with me."

The words left the bottom of his chest in a deep carnivorous grumble "Yes. He is."

I leaned on my toes so that I was a little closer to him. The action was not a choice. It was a need and an urge.

"He has been there, and he has done that." I sighed "And knowing him, he has probably got the t-shirt."

He stopped moving. His shoulders stilled and his darkened eyes rested on my face.

"What does that mean?" He forced the words out; his voice was lower and quieter than I had ever heard it.

"It means we dated, and it didn't work out." I answered before murmuring "And calling it dating is an overstatement."

Stone cocked his head before letting out a rough, ragged grumble of a noise.

His eyes closed for a few seconds before his darkened eyes set on me and he spoke through a clenched jaw "I am going to go insane."

"Not my problem." I rebutted, keeping my posture strong as I met his gaze “I'm not asking for your permission the next time I need to meet him for a study-session."

He studied my face before letting out lowly "You are so frustrating, Medusa."