That was a good enough answer for me, so I let him cup my face and bring my mouth back to his. I tilted my head and allowed him to change the pressure of the kiss.

He kissed me like I was his salvation and that if he did not have me then he would die.

He was darkness. From his clothes to his hair. From his eyes to his aura. The dark was only comforting as it swallowed me whole.

There was a certain relief about it. It was like I had let myself be consumed by him and I could not fight it. Not anymore.

I pulled back and rested my forehead against his.

"So, you are still not admitting that you missed me?"

"Maybe I missed you a little." I teased "Like a mouth ulcer."

Stone pulled back slightly "Like a what?"

"A mouth ulcer." I repeated before explaining "You think that you want it gone but then when it is, it feels weird. You feel around for it."

A husky laugh escaped him before he pecked my lips "You are wild."

He did not move from his place against me as I asked him "Are you planning to say off school again?"

"No."

"Good." I affirmed and then questioned, "Why were you off today?"

At my question, he pulled back. My legs dropped from him and nearly hit the car.

His expression was unreadable as he avoided looking at me. He was thinking too hard about something. It was obvious from the tension in his shoulders.

Eventually, he came up with a response "Brennan and I had to go and see a relative."

"Is everything okay?" I asked quickly.

He nodded once.

The silence drags on until I tried to lighten the mood "Do you ever get any work done in this place? When I am here, it always seems like you never do anything."

His face became less serious as the right side of his lip rose. His darkened gaze flicked over my face and the rest of me before he admitted "It is because you are quite the distraction, Drizella."

I smiled tauntingly before I got up from the car "Then I guess I better leave."

He moved almost instantly by gently getting a hold of my arm and turning me around to face him again. He grumbled something under his breath that I could not make out. All I knew was that he sounded determined.

"Mike warned me to tell you off if you were slacking." I mentioned "Which you are. Making out in the workplace is just not professional."

His lip twitched before he spoke again "Go out with me tonight."

I hummed and tapped my chin to pretend that I was thinking about it.

"I guess I could spare you some of my time." I told him with a small smile "What did you have in mind?"

"I was planning to get another tattoo if you wanted to go."