"Did you know that in some myths they believed that gorgons like Medusa turned a person into stone because of a kiss?" The words were a guttural rasp from his large hollow-sounding chest.

It became apparent that he was also thinking about our last kitchen encounter.

It was uncharted waters. I had expressed many times how I had found him annoying but I never spoke about my attraction towards him.

I began to list reasons why to never let my immense attraction show. Reason one was that it would result in me surrendering the weird rivalry between us and declaring him the winner. Two was that his already big enough ego would grow. Finally, reason three was that he might not have found me attractive.

He had stayed in my bed, and he had comforted me but that might have been because he felt sorry for me.

I was not an ugly troll, but I did not think of myself as anything special. I was not traditionally beautiful or supermodel worthy. I believed that what I lacked in looks, I made up in my personality. I believed that I was funny and that was all that really mattered to me.

My eyes fell to his chest and then to his abs and then back to his mouth. His mouth was in up in a small smirk.

"What are you looking at, Medusa?" He questioned; his usually monotonous voice amused.

"Your lack of clothes does not bother me." I said and felt the need to add more to my sentence to sell my lie "I have seen loads of naked guys."

His eyes darkened before he gnarled "Who?"

"Too many to name." I smiled before leaning against the counter and crossing my arms.

Stone neared me so that he was hovering over me. He leant down and entrapped me between the counter and himself.

"You are lying." He affirmed like the fact that I was lying was essential for his state of mind.

I rolled my eyes as he neared even closer.

"What are we doing today?" The raspy voice questioned before adding "Except from me trying to stop you from killing me and hiding my body."

"That is very nice of you to look out for me, Lurch."

He smirked while placing a hand on the counter behind my back and remarking "I don't think they make prison overalls for people as tiny as you."

I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing. I instead shot him a murderous look.

"I want to go to the beach today." I decided aloud.

I needed to get over my fear at some point. I was feeling a little braver after standing up to my father the night before.

His expression contorted from surprise to concern when he quickly questioned "Are you sure that is what you want to do?"

I tried to stand straighter to seem taller. It failed because he still towered over my small form.