His arm that was around the chair moved to around my waist and it was pulling me closer towards him. So close that I was practically on his lap. He was getting his revenge because he put his veiny hand on my leg and started to draw circles on the inside of my thigh.

My ear was back in the grasp of his teeth as he quietly and gruffly disclosed "I never really lost. I got you."

"Yeah." I released breathily "You did."

I hated public affection. I used to feel sick while watching couples snogging in the corridor. I currently wanted to jump the giant's bones and it left me feeling like a hypocrite.

Brennan tutted from the other side of the lunch table "If I thought you two had it bad for each other before then it is worse now. The flirting is now even hotter."

"I never flirted with him at the start." I tried to argue.

"Really?" Brennan said, unconvinced "It was not the traditional way of flirting, but it was flirting all right. Freaky hate flirting. It is like you both speak a secret language only you two know. All nerd-talk that nobody else gets."

Embarrassed at the conversation, I let out a small giggle while paying an unnatural amount of attention to the noodles on my plate. Stone chuckled at my mortified state.

I jabbed him in the ribs by that only resulted in him touching a part of my leg that he knew was ticklish.

When I finally remembered that he and I were not the only two people in the world, I looked up and found Lana with a puzzled expression on her face.

She asked with a gleam of inquisitive in her blue eyes "What does your dad think about you two?"

"Also due to Stone's bedroom never being occupied anymore, I can only guess he stays at yours." Brennan added in a mischievous tone "What does your father think about that?"

I grew tense in my seat. The hand on my lap squeezed in response, probably in encouragement to finally tell Lana the truth.

It was the perfect opportunity to come clean and tell her about my dad, but I did not.

Keeping full eye contact with her so she did not suspect that I was lying through my teeth, I crossed my arms that leant on the table and explained "My dad knows about Stone. He just does not know that he stays over. Lurch climbs up to my room. He is like a spider monkey."

Lana and Brennan could not contain their amusement.

"Actually, he is more like a giraffe." I corrected before explaining "I live one storey up so his head is pretty much poking through on the ground already."

After my funny and obscure rant of an explanation, Stone did not laugh. He appeared worried as he watched me.