I ended up humming to myself as I let the wind blow my hair. My eyes remained on the passing water, but I could feel his smirk as he watched me tap a beat on the door.

"Where is your bike?" I asked, missing the thrill that came along with the ride.

"It’s at Mike's." Stone replied before his deep voice filled with smugness "Why? Are you missing your arms around me?"

Not answering back, I rolled my eyes and faced the other again. I let my hand wander out of the window so I could feel the air between my fingertips.

His gravelly voice spoke again "What are you so deep in thought about, Drizella?"

I hated that he knew my name. It was like fourteenth-century witchcraft when people believed that if you knew a witches' name, you could manipulate her. Him using my name only manipulated my temper.  Not that I was a witch but if I was then I would have turned him into my very own pet snake by now.

I quickly replied, "I was just wondering if you always look like someone from Sons of Anarchy."

He chuckled while he shifted the gearstick. He kept his eyes on the road, but I could tell he was watching me in his peripheral vision.

"I just can't wait to tell everyone that you have Disney pyjamas." He said, sending me an irritatingly sexy smirk.

"Don't you dare!" I squealed but then I realised, "You don't talk to anyone else."

Stone glanced again at me before looking back at the road.

"Why is that?" I questioned, remembering that I had never seen him converse with anyone else but myself and sometimes Brennan.

His lip twitched “I don't like people."

I rested my head back on the seat so and tilted my head to the side to see him "Is that why you scare them away?"

"Scare them away?" He repeated, amused

"Everyone is scared of you." I stated before explaining "I don't know if it is the height or your build or your tattoos or your terrifying scowl. Maybe it is all of them combined but they are."

"Good." He spoke gruffly "I don't want them to talk to me."

A small laugh escaped me, and I shook my head "You want to know what I think?"

"What do you think, Medusa?"

"I don’t think you are as heartless as you make out." I said aloud, straight from the core of my thoughts.

The side of his lip quirked up "You are the only one to think that about me."

"I consider myself special." I joked before asking "You say you don't talk to anyone, but you talk to me."

"You are an exception. The only exception."

It was my turn for my lip to twitch but I covered up my smile by sticking my tongue out at him "That is fine then because I think you are stuck with me."