Stone got up in a haste from the sofa.

I turned on my foot and marched down the hall. He followed instantly and was quick on my heel. He walked so near behind me that I feared if I stopped, he would collide into my back and run me over.

Grabbing the pillows, I built a significantly tall wall in the middle of the mattress.

The pillows took up a little room on the bed. It was the large giant that took up all the space with his wide shoulders.

I turned on my side and closed my eyes until I heard a noise.

The sound of metal from a belt and then something hitting the floor broke the silence.

"What was that?" I asked, my voice quiet and nervous.

"My jeans." The deep voice replied.

"So, what do you have on now?" I questioned, warily.

"Nothing."

I blurted out "What!"

"Relax, Medusa." He chuckled "I still have my boxers on."

Turning around, I faced the wall of pillows and noticed that they were shaking slightly. It was like a mini earthquake.

The next thing I knew, one of the pillows flew across the room and hit the wall. . A layer of the wall had been destroyed.

The last thing I heard before I fell asleep was a grumble.

A deep grumble enunciated the words "Fucking pillow wall."

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Three

I let out a moan.

My eyes opened and the deja-vu took over. My face was planted on a rock-hard chest meanwhile my legs were at each side of the humongous bed snatcher.

Stone's vice-like arm was wrapped around my waist tightly as if he was planning to keep my stomach glued to his chest forever.

My hands rested on his torso as I tried to pull myself away from the trap of his arms. It was no use as I kept on moving up and down and nothing happened. Nothing except a monster-sized something poking at my thigh.

I told myself over and over again in my head not to look further down than his abs as I tried to tickle his arm so he would let go.

The man below me took a deep breath and release it slowly.

"You are not going anywhere, Medusa Baby." He whispered, his gravelly voice rough near the top of my head.

Before I could question his awakeness, he moved.

Two of his arms moved so that one was set firmly across my back. The other thick muscular forearm rested just under my butt as he applied pressure. A wonderful amount of pressure.

He made a feel-good groan as he buried his face into the crook of my neck.

I went still. I was too stunned to move. Then I felt myself smile as I realised something. Stone was a cuddler.

"You are a cuddler." I said aloud.

"No." He grumbled into my neck.

"Yes. You are." I teased him.