"I don’t think you would ever hurt me, Stone. I never thought that once." I told him the truth before I explained "I just want to know what sets you off. I want to know if there are specific things that trigger your anger. Even if it is something that I do."

He kept his head hung low as he listened to me.

I moved closer and cupped his rugged jaw so that he would look at me. The bone ticked under my touch, and I had the urge to kiss it.

"I just want to know everything about you." I admitted quietly.

His eyes lightened to a soft black while his finger trailed my cheek.

I thought that even though his eyes were void of colour they were my favourite pair to gaze into because they were his.

I did not think that was ever going to change.

"Nothing you could do could anger me." He rasped out as he left a soft kiss on my mouth "I am enamoured by everything you do."

"Enamoured?" I repeated with a hint of smugness "Aren't you a wordsmith?"

He growled playfully before bringing my face to his. The kiss started slowly at first. It was slow and passionate, and it said everything that I was too scared to say.

Then I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck and kissed him as my life depended on it. He brought me closer and explored every single meaning in the kiss. He made me feel as if I was flying yet I was grounded all at the same time.

He kissed me like I was his only source of life.

I could kiss him forever. I could do it on loop and never get sick of it. I could never get sick of him. I could never get enough of him. I could write thousands of poems about one millisecond of time with him.

I wished that I could split apart time and live in the moment with him.

We broke apart for air. I let my head fall to his chest as he wrapped an arm around my waist and kept me glued to his well-built body.

Three things were heard in the air. Our unsteady heartbeats and the waves crashing against the shore. Both were merciless and wild.

The image of our first kiss swam into my thoughts. I reminisced what he told me about what his mother used to say about the ocean.

I had concluded that she was right. That strong emotion being like the bottom of the sea. The feeling that overtook your senses that could not be seen or touched. Only felt.

I felt Stone everywhere.

Chapter Thirty-Six

Chapter Thirty-Six

"I gave you my book and you are not even reading it." I accused while staring up at him.

We had been reading in the living room for an hour. Trying to read anyway. I had read the same sentence about twenty times.