He chuckled quietly after a moment of silence "Just with you."

"What a privilege." I joked as I tried to push the boulder off me.

When he eventually pulled away from the crook of my neck, he sat up and rested his head on the headboard. While doing this, he still did not let go of my body.

His hair was a little messed up, but it looked good. A stand fell on his face and nearly reached his dark eyes that were studying me intently.

I moved one leg off him, so I was no longer on top of him. This made his jaw tick once.

"What are you looking at, Lurch?" I teased as I crossed my legs while staying near him. I then noticed the lack of pillows "How did I end up on top of you? What happened to The Great Wall of China?"

"Maybe it just fell down."

My attention went to the pillows on the floor at his side that looked like they had been bashed.

"Oh yeah?" I asked, scowling "It just fell down? Then what? Did a ghost decide to take the fallen pillows and place them at your side of the bed?"

"A ghost would explain the sounds." Stone rebutted with a smirk "All through the night, I heard little snores."

I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes before I glared at him "I do not snore."

"It was more moans than snores." He informed "It was small whimpers, and you were saying a name. I think someone was dreaming of me."

"No, I wasn't!"

He hummed in a cocky manner.

"I was probably dreaming of a landslide." I pretended to put my hands up like there was actually a landslide occurring before I pretended to call "Stone! Stone!"

His head went back against the headboard as he let out a rough laugh, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

A hint of a smile made its way onto his face. It was the first proper smile I had seen from him.

"I should have let you drive home."

His deep laugh was all husky, and I made a mental note that his voice in the morning was even more darkly sensuous than normal.

I continued to glare at him "I should have sent you on your merry way home. It was a way to get rid of you and steal your bike after you died. I get the bike and rid of you. Two birds and one stone."

Stone chuckled again before he looked around the room "I am here so often that I might as well move in."

"That is a cruel thing to even make me think about." I said, crossing my arms.

My instincts fought against my conscience. It was a battle not to let my eyes wander downwards. In the end, my instincts won, and I let my gaze travel downwards.

I gasped at what I saw.