Although I did have to try make an effort in front of his parents so keeping that in mind, I sighed "This is going to be one of the hardest things I ever have to do."

We entered the kitchen and found Mrs Lewis stirring something in a massive pot while talking to a man.

The man looked exactly like Brennan. Just older. He was also helping to prepare the food when he spotted the us both standing at the doorway. His warm smile was just like his wife's as he walked over to us.

"Hello girls. How are you?" He asked.

Lana was quick to reply "We’re really good, Mr Lewis. How are you?"

"Better now that both of you are here." Mr Lewis expressed to us before focusing more on me as he added "I have been wanting to meet the girl who keeps our Stone on his toes."

I had no idea what to say to but thankfully I did not have to reply because the boys chose then to walk in.

My gaze went straight to Stone. More accurately his stomach as it was at my eye level. I then looked up and met his eye.

Brennan circled his arms around Lana and gave her a quick peck on the cheek while I paid no attention to them and instead glared at Stone.

The glare was for no particular reason. I was trying to get all of my death glares out of my system before I pretended to be nice to him in front of the Lewis'.

"Medusa." The gravelly voice spoke as he took a step towards me.

"L—" I began to say his nickname but then remembered that we had an audience, so I covered it up by instead saying "Lovely to see you, Stone."

Mrs Lewis' laugh filled the kitchen as she skipped over to me and took my face in her hands again.

She squashed my face between her palms as she spoke to Stone "Stone, she is gorgeous."

I was glad that her hands covered my reddened face.

The straightforward woman pulled back and smiled "Boys, go and show the girls to their seat in the dining room. The food is nearly ready."

Brennan led the way in front of us to the dining room which was down the hall. Lana stayed beside him. Meanwhile, Stone held back with me.

I tilted my upwards so I could study him. His face was stoic, yet I could see the amusement in him. His obsidian irises sparked with light.

The trick to finding out what Stone was thinking was to look into his eyes. I always looked to his eyes first as it was a rare occasion when he gave away his emotion on the rest of his face.