Stone shook his head and let out a chuckle "So you are saying you are a teenage dirtbag?"

"Some people might say I am." I explained with a shrug "Other people say I'm a goth or even a nerd. Personally, I don't think I fit into a category. I transcend all stereotypes."

He did not offer a reply as he walked over to collect a different tool to fix the car.

As he was preoccupied, I quickly ran to steal his most prized possession. His leather jacket.

With it in my hand, I ran back to the countertop and hastily put it on until the leather material wrapped around my body thrice.

When he returned, he did not notice his lack of jacket.

"Let's make a trade." I called to the giant "My keys for your jacket back."

His eyes did not shine the emotion that I expect them to. Anger is not present in his look but rather what looked to be a mixture of approval and awe. There was also something else swirling around in his darkened gaze.

I grinned "I think it looks much better on me than you."

He flicked his attention over me again. It was slow and deliberate, and it left heat in its path.

"I can't argue with that." He revealed gruffly.

"This will keep me nice and cosy when I walk home." I mentioned as I wrapped the huge material around myself.

I blinked and he was in front of me. My slightly parted legs dangling from the counter was enough room for him to step in between them.

"You are not leaving."

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms to show my resistance to him. The arms crossed only drew attention to the largeness of the leather jacket and how it was too long on my little arms.

Stone kept standing where he was as he used his arm to wipe a bead of sweat forming on his head. The arm raised meant that his shirt had risen at the bottom and given me a quick peek at his abs.

My lip was held tightly by my teeth as I looked up to meet his eye.

His attention was on my bitten lip as he let out a harsh "Fuck."

One thing I had noticed about him was that he liked to swear a lot. I felt the need to point it out "I am starting to think that is your favourite word."

"It is not." He assured me before he smirked, "My favourite word is a tie between Ella, Medusa and Drizella."

"Those are not words." I rolled my eyes "They are names. My names which makes me suspect that they are not really your favourite."

The bulky male eventually left and popped the small bubble of closeness between us.

As he went back to fixing the car, I took out my phone and noticed that Lana had tried to phone me.