"I was giving Chase his English paper back" I replied and then added, "He also had something to ask me."

"I know he had something to ask you." He growled, "I was listening the whole time."

"Why would you eavesdrop?" I asked him as he pressed his whole body against me but not enough to fully squash me.

He did not answer.

I poked his solid chest to tease him and to turn the conversation light-hearted "Were you jealous?"

"I am not jealous." Stone gritted out, roughly.

"You are not?"

"Jealous is when you want something that is not yours." His face moved until it was inches away from mine then he growled “I am territorial. I am protecting what is already mine."

I tilted my head and narrowed my eyes “I really want to slap the smugness out of you."

The darkened eyes lightened a little as he replied, "I am sure there will be a stepladder in here for you to do so."

"I am not small!" I stood on my toes but ended up just falling onto his chest.

"The little fucker kissed you on the cheek." Stone grumbled murderously to himself.

The funny thing was that Chase was over six foot, so he was hardly little to a normal-sized human. He was to the giant in front of me.

"A kiss on the cheek?" I repeated in shock "That is what has got you riled up?"

"Drizella." He uttered my name darkly like it was a curse and a prayer "I am envious of the wind that touches your skin."

Stone closed any remaining space between us and I thought he was about to kiss me when he gnarled again.

"What has got me wanting to destroy the little blonde prick and take his pathetic life is that he is trying to get my girl."

The last two words sounded so tantalising and sensual coming from his lips that my knees almost gave in.

"Your girl, huh?" I crossed my arms "Since when?"

"Since fucking always."

I went back on my heels and argued "Well that is the first of me hearing about it."

He ignored my comment and instead darkly assured me "You are my girl."

At his words, I tilted my head to face him again "You can't just stop Chase from talking to me—"

"I can."

"I wouldn’t stop you from talking to Lacey." I countered back.

It was my argument, but it was not a very strong one. If she tried to speak to him again then I would probably try and gauge out her eyes.

"Who the fuck is Lacey?" He replied and he sounded genuinely clueless as to who I was speaking about.

If we were not arguing, then I might have twirled in glee.

I was not going to remind him of the pretty blonde who was trying to flirt with him. Alternatively, I kept quiet and tried not to kiss him.