"It is a sci-fi story about the nature of humans." I told him "An idea just came into my head a year ago and I wrote down the first chapter and a few ideas. It was meant to be a futuristic social experiment kind of book. Think Lord Of The Flies with UFO's."

He was studying me as I spoke and listening intently like he did not want to miss a word.

Then he offered a response "I need to read it, Drizella"

"No!"

I glared at him and he glared right back. I deduced that he was not going to give up so I handed him the lap begrudgingly

"Fine. There you go." I said with a sigh "If you laugh then I will take that pillow behind your back and suffocate you."

Clicking on the file, he started reading eagerly and a smile lit up his striking face. I, on the other hand just sat while fidgeting with a piece of thread loose from the sofa.

Deciding that I could not stay and wait for him to read the book, I announced “I am hungry. I am going to make toast. Do you want some?"

A nod was all I got because he was too busy glued to the screen like the words had put a spell on him.

I stomped through to the kitchen, annoyed at myself for letting him read it. It had been a year since I wrote the chapter, and I could not remember exactly what I had written. It could be complete trash. I expected his taunting laugh to fill the small apartment in no time at all.

However, it was silent as I took out the bread and placed two bits into the toaster.

In my opinion, toasters were too advanced because the toast was ready in no time at all. It meant that I was closer to facing the humiliation and facing Stone.

I took out the jam and spread it over my piece like it was going to be hung on the Louvre. I coated the same area three times to kill some time.

Muscular arms snaked around my waist as Stone pressed up behind me. He leant down and nuzzled his face into my neck.

A shiver travelled down the length of my spine as his deep voice reverberated against my earlobe.

"Turns out that my girlfriend is one hell of a talented writer." He spoke.

"You are just saying that." I laughed nervously while licking the jam of my finger "It was one chapter. It is nothing."

"The way you describe things is beautiful, Medusa." He rasped out "You have a way with words. I do not think you even need college. I do not think you need to get any better."

Embracing his warmth, I let my neck fall back so I could see him as I spoke "What are you after, you flatterer?"

"Does writing make you happy?" He asked, ignoring my question.

"Yes."