"I don’t understand why you are laughing." I pointed a finger at him "It will be your fault when you have to carry me everywhere for a month."

Stone smirked.

My face moved into his chest as I spoke after my relaxation "You would like that, wouldn't you?"

"Immensely." He grumbled into my hair as he left a kiss there.

He pulled back while removing some hair from my face. It must look like a bird's nest. I could not count the number of times he had combed through it with his fingers during the night.

"What are you thinking, Medusa?" His tone teasing yet inquisitive.

My eyes closed because I was still sleepy, but my large smile was still intact as I replied to him "I am thinking that you have ruined me for all men."

A growl emerged from him.

I opened my eyes in time to see him manoeuvre myself and him so that he was on top of me. His face was serious as he wound his arms around me tighter, caging me in.

"It is funny that you think I would let you go and meet other guys. Let alone let you leave this bed." He gnarled, his words a dark promise "I have no intention of letting you go."

I considered standing up to defy him but there would be no point. He knew as well as I that I did not want to leave our little sanctuary. He knew that nobody else could compare to him.

Stone was it for me.

My head fell back onto his chest as he went back to cuddling with me on the mattress. I snuggled into him as I became completely content with the fact that I solely belonged to him.

"That actually sounds kind of perfect." I admitted before saying "We could be the Boo Radleys of Santa Monica."

He seemed to have lightened up as his chest moved in a chuckle "I like your To Kill A Mockingbird reference."

I let out a yawn as I started to trace his tattoos "Thanks, Lurch."

"You are fucking hot when you nerd out on me with that big brain of yours" He rasped out.

"You must be invariably tempted by me then." I replied with a laugh.

A nod then three words from the gravelly voice "That is true."

With a lone finger, I reached out and traced the lines of the tattoo on the right side of his torso. Then my hand wanders up and stroked the tattoo on his hand that was touching my shoulder. I ran my hand over the fine details of the skull covering his knuckles.

Once I was satisfied that I had touched every inch of ink on his body, I went higher and explored his mouth. The side of his lip was curled in a smile as I touched it. I had never seen him so happy, and I was revelling in it.