We spoke further into the night. I asked him about his favourite books so I could make a list and read them all. We debated about literary characters until the noise of traffic on the street below stopped.

I had no idea that heated arguments about worlds among pages could make someone so tempted to kiss a person.

It was mad. Stone drove me to insanity. I was losing my mind.

"Is it just me or is really cold in here?" I questioned him as I cuddled into him for warmth.

He remained silent. He only brought me closer until my head was resting on his chest.

"You still have not answered my question, Medusa." He spoke, "Why the dragon?"

"Are you going to show me your tattoo?" I countered back.

"No."

I stifled back a laugh and sternly told him "Then I am not telling you."

He grunted in disapproval, but I could hear traces of amusement in it. Just as I could feel the smirk he wore on his mouth as his face was buried in my hair.

"I answered your question." He referred back to the Alice In Wonderland conversation.

"Fine." I gave in and tried to find the words to explain my reasoning behind wanting the tattoo "It is something unfairytale like. That conversation we had about the ugly stepsister had me thinking. I wanted to embrace my stupid name. A dragon in a fairytale usually represents some kind of obstacle. It is unique looking and sometimes scary. It is something that stands in the way of getting the fairytale."

"The tattoo suits you." He said deeply and lowly, still against my head.

I could not take it much longer. I had my legs draped across Stone and I still felt so cold. I had to wrap my arms around him also.

Eventually, I huffed and stood up from the bed which made the giant let out a rough dissatisfied noise.

"Where are you going?" He called, sounding as if he was minutes away from carrying me back to bed.

"I could have sworn I switched the central heating on." I said more to myself as I checked the small closet in the hallway.

The switch was not on, and the radiators were cold.

I marched through to my room with my hands on my hips "Did you put the heating off?"

Silence graced the room.

I moved closer to interrogate him, but he only used my nearness to his advantage. He pulled my knees until I fell on top of him with a thud.

"Stone—ahh." I let out as I was crushed to his chest.

He grumbled under his breath as his large, muscled arms enveloped me and trapped my body to his.

I looked up in the direction of his face “Did you switch off the central heating?"

There was no reply from him.

"Why did you do that, Lurch?"