To my delight, he quickly wrapped one arm around my waist to keep me in place on his lap and to bring my chest closer to his. The other large hand reached up and touched my cheek as the obsidian stare softened.

I moved my touch to his face and let my fingers gently touch the harsh features as I kissed his stubbled jaw.

When I pulled back, he grumbled unhappily.

"What is it?" I asked while motioning to his scowl.

He rumbled deeply again "I want another one."

A small giggle escaped me as I leant closer once again to kiss the other side of his jaw.

His voice was gravelly, and he sounded mystified as he uttered "Are you feeling okay?"

I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck and rested the side of my head on his shoulder. I took a deep breath and welcomed the smell of engine grease and leather. His warm touch went to the back of my neck as if he was making sure that I was going to stay against him.

As much as I loved his hugs, I did have an ulterior motive.

"I have never been better." I replied to his question before pulling back the top of his shirt and sticking my head inside.

The large section of his upper back that had been inked was covered in a white bandage so I could not see it.

His grip on my waist tightened as if he knew I was going to pull back.

He whispered hoarsely in my ear "Are you trying to see my tattoo?"

"Well, yes." I pulled back but did not remove myself from his lap "I also just wanted to hug you. Consider it a thank you."

"For what?"

My smile made him gawk at my lips as I spoke "For everything."

"It is not all selfless." He confessed while dragging his finger from my cheek to my lip "I look after you for my own sake and sanity too."

A yawn escaped my mouth and stopped me from grinning. I rubbed my eyes as I asked, "What time is it?"

"It is just after midnight." He answered while checking his phone.

"Really?" I asked in disbelief "I am going to be so tired at school tomorrow."

None of us bothered to move. I knew that we both had to get up early tomorrow and I was really tired, but I did not want him to leave.

That was what made me whisper to him "Stay."

"I am not going anywhere, Medusa."

He stood up with my body still wrapped around him. His hands remained on my back like he was being careful not to hurt or drop me while he walked us to the bedroom.

I was set on the bed carefully before Stone went back out to the hall.

As I got into the duvet and laid on my side while waiting for him, I wondered where he had gone to.