Mrs Lewis and I were similar in a way that we both liked to ask people invading questions, but I had never been on the receiving end of one.

I had no idea what to say so I kept my mouth closed

Mrs Lewis noticed that I was not in a rush to respond so she spoke again "You and Stone need to just get together. I have never known two people more suited for eachother than you and him."

"It is not like that between us." I tried to argue by swallowing down the lie.

Of course, I knew how Stone touched me was intimate. Everything in my body knew it. I just could not acknowledge it yet because my fear of letting someone in and getting hurt was just as deep as my attraction towards the giant.

Her smile was small and full of disbelief "Then what is it like?"

If I said it enough times aloud then maybe it would come true.

"Stone doesn’t feel that way about me." I tried to state confidently before I further explained, "He probably feels obliged to talk to me because Brennan is going out with Lana."

She shook her head side to side violently like the words I were saying were impossible.

"Both of my boys are very different. Brennan is my son and I know him better than anyone. Since he was little, he could get on with anyone. That boy could charm the socks under his bed." Mrs Lewis told me "On the other hand, Stone is a little more difficult. You have probably seen it first-hand that he does not like speaking. There are very few people he can tolerate."

A laugh bubbled out of me as I think about all the times at school or if we were out and someone tried to talk to him. Mrs Lewis was right. He would just stay silent or offer one-word answers to anyone who attempted to start a conversation.

One scowl from him and most people ran for it.

"You can say that again." I smiled in agreement before I laughed again "Although when it is just us then it is shutting him up that is the problem."

The meddling Mrs Lewis' grin was nothing short of triumphant as she mentioned "So you can imagine my surprise when he came home and spoke about a girl. A small green-haired girl with a smart mouth who he described as the most beautiful girl he could have ever imagined."

My breath hitched.

"Maybe he was talking about someone else?" I replied stupidly, aware that what she had said was a description of me.

"Do not tell Brennan that I told you and don't tell Stone that Brennan told me." She looked sheepish as she informed me "The night you all met on the pier, guess the first thing Stone did as soon as he came back home from meeting you?"