My distraction was him studying my face while I laid across his lap.

Both of us were sitting normally on the sofa for a matter of minutes before he pulled me to him. My head fell onto his lap, and I ended up staying there with my book held above me.

Stone had my Edgar Allan Poe poem book, but I doubted he had even read a word of it. His gaze was set firmly on me.

I pointed out "You are distracting me."

"No." His deep voice argued, "You are the one distracting me."

Giving him a mock glare, I turned back to my book and tried to concentrate.

That did not last long. My attention was drawn back to his stupidly ravishing face. I could see myself staring at him in the reflection of his eyes.

It was obscure how I find his harshly defined features comforting. How I found his large well-built body a comfort.

My shaky hand reached up and I drew my finger along the side of his sharp jawline. I stopped as soon as I spotted Stone's lip caught in his teeth as he sent me a cocky look.

"Are you okay down there, Medusa?" He asked before mentioning "You seem deep in thought."

"I am just trying to guess how tall you are." I replied quickly.

That was not what I was really thinking about while my head was on his lap. However, I was genuinely interested to know what his height was.

"Six foot seven." He answered.

"Six foot seven?" I repeated in shock.

He nodded his head in confirmation. His expression was not teasing. It was completely serious.

I exaggerated "Six foot seven? I am almost certain that is the height of Mount Everest."

Stone chuckled and diverted his stare to my small legs in my pyjama shorts that barely reached the end of the sofa

"How small are you?" He asked curiously while his lip twitched upwards.

I glared at him for asking how small I was instead of how tall.

"I am five foot two." I answered while I crossed my arms tightly over my chest.

"Yeah, with heels on." He commented while he let out a husky laugh.

Nudging him in the stomach and feeling up his abs while I was there, I said a height a little closer to the truth "Fine. Five foot one then."

He shook his head as an evil smile etched onto his face. He did not believe me.

I could not help but ask him "Does it bother you, Lurch?"

"Does what bother me?" He asked while confusion filled his tone.

"My tinniness."

"I love your height." He affirmed while frowning at me.

"Really?"

He cleared his throat before adding "I can keep you in my pocket."

I burst out laughing and stuck my tongue out at him as I wiggled my toes that were enveloped in my fluffy socks.

"I do not like being this small." I admitted.

"Why not?"