The sounds of large footsteps were followed by the bedroom lights being turned off. The room was in complete darkness as he neared.

The huge dark outline of the giant stood near his side of the bed as he removed his clothes.

Stone joined me in the covers which resulted in the bed sinking down and his wide shoulders taking up all of the space.

His hand found my hip instantly and he rolled me over to my side so that I was facing him. I complied and leant on my elbow so I could see him better. I adjusted to the position even though I was leaning on my tattoo.

"Lurch?" I said into the darkness.

"Yeah?" He replied and I could feel how close he was by his warm breath on my earlobe.

"Tell me something about you that nobody knows."

He chuckled and adjusted himself on the bed, so he was leaning on his side facing me too "Like what?"

"Anything." I said back.

A comfortable silence filled the air between us. He seemed to be thinking as he caressed the side of my thigh.

Stone finally replied, "My favourite book as a kid was Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll."

My eyes felt heavy and started to close as I let out a small laugh "Really?"

I had not expected that book to be liked by Stone. It was whimsical and crazy and completely different from Stone.

"I studied Alice in Wonderland last year when I wrote a paper about authors on drugs. It was crazy." I mentioned before asking curiously "Why did you like it?"

At my comment about the book, he let out a deep breath that sounded like a half-laugh "I do not know why I liked it. Strange kid I guess."

"You are still strange now." I deadpanned while laughing.

My comment earned a chuckle from him as he shook his head at me. I imagined him smiling a little in the dark.

I tried to be more serious as I said to him "You know I would say that you should let more people know that you are a nerd but I kind of like that it is our little secret."

"I am not a nerd." He argued.

"Give it up." I said as I laughed "I already know you are."

He gave in and lowly replied, "I do love the idea of having something we only know."

"Does Brennan not know about your obsession with books and your nerdiness?"

The outline of his head shook as his deep voice filled the darkness "He knows about the books in my room. I could not really keep that from him. Brennan does not know about the Wonderland thing. You are the first to know."

I hummed as I moved closer to him on the bed.

The thought made me smile. I imagined the large intimidating man reading about mad hatters and tea parties as my lip moved into a smile.