Standing up ever so slowly, he mentioned in a thick voice "Saving water is good for the planet."

"What a saint, you are." I uttered while biting my lip to stop myself from smiling.

"There is nothing saint-like about what I am about to do to you." Stone affirmed, his deep voice a warning.

Then in two steps, he had caught up to me and he had thrown me over his shoulder. I was shouting and laughing while everything was upside down as he carried me to the bathroom.

I poked his back as I told him "You are still making me hot chocolate after our shower."

"If I do then will I officially be out of the acquenemy zone?" He asked from above.

"Add whipped cream and I will definitely think about it." I replied like there was ever such a thing as an acquenemy zone.

He took long strides of determination before he opened the door to the bathroom.

"Are you not hungry?" I asked as I felt my stomach start to grumble.

"Starving." He assured me.

"Well then should we not head to the kitchen?" I asked in a taunting tone.

"I want apples." Stone spoke, his gravelly voice deepening as he slammed the door behind us.

My bare feet turned cold as he set me down once, we entered the bathroom.

The bright light of the room was blinding. I squinted my eyes slightly as I ignored the hungry gaze that came from the man pressed behind me.

I let my head fall back so that I could look up at him when I complained with a pout "I need a shower."

He leaned down and kissed my mouth once before grumbling "I need you."

I needed him too, but I was a little apprehensive in this lighting. The times he touched me before was always in a darker setting with a dimmer light.

The fluorescence of the bathroom would hide nothing away from him.

Swivelling around on my heel, I wrapped my arms around the huge body as far as I could manage and stuck my face into his stomach to hide my blushed face.

"Medusa." The deep voice uttered against my hair "What is wrong?"

"I am shy." I mumbled, his hard chest muffling my reply.

His large palms ventured up and cupped my face. He gently tilted my head upwards so that I was looking at him and no longer hiding.

"You are perfect." He delivered as if it was a commandment rather than a compliment.

I rolled my eyes, but I felt the side of my lip turn up.

"You are a little goddess." He gruffly expressed while rubbing his thumbs over my cheek freckles "Now I am going to worship you."

The veiny hands let go of my face slowly before grabbing the material of his shirt that was covering my body. I lifted my arms up and allowed him to throw away the shirt.