My leg kept twitching. It was a weird sensation like pins and needles touching my skin. The jeans covering the area of my leg did not help.

Deciding that it did not look like the giant was going anywhere, I announced quickly before making my escape to my bedroom "I am going to go and get changed into my pyjamas."

The deep voice called from afar "If you do not feel well then you shout me, Medusa."

I wasted no time in getting rid of my jeans that were agitating the newly inked skin as soon as I closed the door to my room. I discarded my current wardrobe and changed into an oversized Metallica shirt. I thought about putting on some shorts but then decided against it as I did not want any material rubbing against the plastic-wrapped tattoo.

He was still on the sofa when I returned though to the living room. He faced me as soon I walked into the room.

Stone's gaze travelled from my face and down to my bare legs. Then his darkened eyes slowly tailed back to meet my eyes.

I suddenly felt the urge to cover up. I felt exposed and it was just not due to what I was wearing.

"Are you okay, Medusa?" He asked.

I did feel okay. I was more than okay.

He was there with me.

I liked him with me. I liked him when he was not around. I liked him.

He was just sitting there and studying me and that was enough.

One thing that I was never good at was understanding other people. Science, maths and literacy techniques all came easy to me. What I struggled with was working out what people thought.

Stone was no exception to that.

He might have made fun of me more than anyone else and teased me to the point that I wanted to strangle him, but I had gathered that he cared for me a little.

It was not the first time that Stone had looked after me. He took me home when I was drunk. He helped me when I panicked after my run-in with my father. He helped me conquer my fear of the Ferris wheel and the situation with my mother and the ocean.

He made me laugh. He made me happy.

I stepped forward and chose not to overthink what I was about to do. I did not want to cower out of something that I wanted so badly.

His hands went up to my hips as I stood in front of him. His head reached my chest as he remained sitting down.

My palms rested on his shoulders and as I placed one knee on one side of him and the other knee on the other side so that I was straddling him.