A grin wandered onto my face. I could not fight the feeling of happiness overwhelming me. It was like we were in our own little bubble of delirium, and I never wanted it to burst. I never wanted it to end.

I could not help but think that the juxtaposition of us was beautiful. The contrast of us was flawless. My green to his black. His large figure to my short. The Medusa to his Lurch. Him and I.

"Stone." I called softly before looking out to the window at the ocean passing by "You know how you said that when you were younger, you got angry. Do you still get mad, now?"

His reply was short and not so sweet "Yes."

I reached for the hand that was resting on the stick shift and intertwined it with mine "What makes you angry?"

"Everything and sometimes nothing at all." He said before elaborating "At times I can lash out at the smallest of things."

My voice was merely a whisper when I questioned "Have you ever wanted to lash out at me?"

His head jolted to the side like he was double taking on what I had said. His eyes widened like he could not believe that I was even asking such a thing.

The confined space filled with silence as he swerved the car off the road. His hands gripped the wheel as he pulled up at a grass clearing that overlooked the beach.

The sun was dying and melting into the ocean below so that the night could conquer the sky. It was like something from a painting.

Stone switched off the engine and faced me with a bothered expression.

"No. Fuck no." He spoke like my question was in an ancient language and he did not understand the concept of what I was trying to insinuate "Ella, I could never be angry at you."

"Even when I am being annoying?" I teased.

His shoulders became less tensed as he let out a strained laugh "You are always annoying."

I faked a gasp before I pretended to glare at him.

He looked out at the blue waves and said the next sentence to himself "Fuck. I can’t believe you thought that I would hurt you. I could not. Not ever. I—"

A rush of adrenaline took over my body and I found myself talking off my seatbelt and climbing over the console that separated us. I lifted my leg over him, so I was straddling his lap.

Nothing about his expression was smug or teasing when he saw my need to be near him. He watched me intently as he put a stray hair on my face behind my ear.

I almost let out a tiny whimper at the small gesture but then I remembered his last sentence.